I kiss her, endeared by her elation. “It is. I first found you perched on that stool at The Plaza on April 21st.”
“So, we’re celebrating before you leave for LA?”
“We absolutely are.”
She grins and returns to her previous position, plastered all over me while she outlines my tattoos with her fingertips. “I’m going to miss you,” she mumbles.
“Me too, red. Looking forward to the phone sex, though.”
She giggles, and I welcome the sound. It’s less than a week, and I’m sure we’ll manage to keep things interesting despite being twenty-five hundred miles apart.
Then when I come back, we’re on for a proper fuck fest.
Chapter Thirty
Gen
I shouldn’t be surprisedthat Jake managed to make anal such a pleasurable and binding experience. I feel tied to him more than ever, as if the moment propelled us into even higher spheres.
His concern for me, how sweet and soft he was throughout, will be forever embedded in my mind. That man puts me first—my needs, my comfort, my pleasure—and it’s a novelty for me. No one ever cared for me this much, aside from Vicky, and it makes me feel worthy and alive.
Because Jake will be away for nearly a week, we spend as much time as we can together. The weekend following our incredible date is spent in his apartment with Mulli. Then, he comes to spend the night at my place on Monday and Tuesday. I temporarily give him Eddie’s old key so that he can let himself in on Wednesday to prepare things for our celebrations. I leave work earlier than I usually would to make the most of it.
When I arrive, the whole place smells divine, and he welcomes me with a flute of champagne. Later that night, after a deliciousBoeuf Bourguignon, the rest of the bottle goes down in a less traditional way. He has fun pouring cold streams that make goosebumps erupt on my skin, the prickly bubbles igniting shivers before he has time to lick up the wet paths. I find my own way to drive him mad, blowing him with champagne in my mouth, giving him a go at his own teasing.
On Thursday morning, he’s gone before I wake up, which saddens me. But the note he left on the kitchen island cheers me up a little.
I’ll be back before you know it, red. It’s too small to match, but think of me every time you use the purple vibrator in your nightstand, yeah?
PS: I stole that sexy black thong you wore yesterday. A token to remember home while I’m away.
Your wombat
I’m grinning so hard that my cheeks ache. This man is so corny sometimes, but I wouldn’t have him any other way. I walk up to the fridge and pin his note with a magnet. Then I grab my phone, edit his name, and send him a text.
Me
Maybe I should invest in a bigger vibrator. This one will leave me wanting more.
My Wombat
It’s perfect this way. I’m the only ‘more’ you need, love.
Me
Are you at the airport already?
My Wombat
Just arrived. I’ll call you as soon as I’m through the TSA.
I excitedly fetch my AirPods and set them up. I’m making scrambled eggs when his call arrives. While I get ready, we talk about nothing and everything. Even if our interests don’t always match, there’s a genuine desire from both parties to listen and learn.
When I casually mention that I’m undressing for my shower, he brazenly asks for a picture. I make him work for it a little and then send him a shot of my reflection in the mirror, tastefully angled so he can see part of my behind and the side of my breast. Maybe I should be more cautious of such things, but I know he would never share my body with strangers. He’s too greedy and possessive for that. The approving grunt he lets out as he receives the photo makes the risk worth it.
He waits while I quickly clean off the remnants of our night together, and he’s still on the call when I come out. I’m done with my makeup and am getting dressed when he sighs heavily.
“Alright, sweetheart, they are doing the last calls. I have to go.”
