This unexpected softness choked me up. When I lowered myself to taste Sky’s pussy for the first time, I remember looking up and watching her try to hold on to control…and the moment discipline slipped and desire replaced the caution in her eyes.
I didn’t rush because I knew our timing was wrong. I couldn’t keep her. Instead, I had to memorize every inch. The way her stomach flexed when I tasted her honey and musk. How her fingers slid through my hair and anchored me in place.
I remember the exact mewling sound she made the first time I made her come. When she finally stopped fighting it, her head tipped back and her body opened completely. Hours blurred as I made her go over and over again.
Skylar Morgan is addictive.
Last time I saw her at the Met, as we chatted I held her gaze longer than usual. Her throat moved before she could stop it. Her fingers gripped her glass like it was going to slip off the table.
With every fiber of my being, I knew she was remembering our night. How my lips coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her body.
I also knew it wasn’t the first time she’d thought about us.
If I’d had any doubts before, they were gone.
Once I’ve completed the sale of my company, it’s time for us to make new memories.
Plural.
Going forward, I don’t want one perfect night to be frozen in time while we continue to orbit around each other for the rest of our lives. I want Sky in my bed without a countdown to departure.
She’s my future. Without caveats.
The fact of the matter is, I’m hopelessly in love with her. Every time she looks at me, it gives me a flicker of hope.
Recognition. Heat.
Choice.
Instead of spending time with her before the wedding, I’ll be in New York, sitting in a glass office overlooking the Hudson while contemplating what my life will be if I sell. We’ll talk about scale and strategic positioning. They’ll talk about expansion and what my brand could become under different ownership.
Needing some advice from my best friend, I FaceTime Irving from the jet.
“You look exhausted.” He peers at me through the phone sitting at his kitchen counter.
I nod. “Dubai is done. Took longer than I wanted it to.”
“And?” He fills his water bottle from the tap.
I squeeze my eyes shut then open them again. “On my way out the door, Julian sent me a buy-out offer. British company. Lots of zeroes.”
“Wait.” He stills. The change is subtle but real. “For the whole business?”
“Yup.”
He exhales through his nose. “Are you tempted?”
I can’t help but sigh. “Dunno. I’m evaluating.”
Irving studies me with the same look he’s used since we were twenty-two. “Except, while you’re contemplating the situation, you’re headed straight into acquisition meetings, am I right?”
“Yup.”
“Good luck, golden-boy.” Irving takes a swig of water. “Now what about the wedding? Is Skylar still flying over with you or are you heading over straight from New York?”
“We’ll go together. I’ll fly back to Seattle the night before we’re scheduled to leave.”
He narrows his eyes. “Why make such a big effort? She’d totally understand the circumstances.”
