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“Dair,” I called out to my friend, who was pretending to ignore me. “Tell your calamitous wife to stop plotting against me!”

Dair ignored me but Iris responded, “I’m plotting for you.” She called out, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

SHORTLY AFTER THAT my latest book released and I went on a book tour. Of course I made Ro come with me. I barely let her leave my sight these days.

I got a real kick out of the readers, particularly the real fans, the ones that knew my books better than I did, but I always got a strange but powerful case of nerves right before a signing.

Having Ro on hand was helpful with that.

Our first stop was a bookstore signing in New York.

We checked into the hotel and the second the bellhop left our room, I was on her. It had been a long flight of teasing touches, and I’d had plenty of time to think of just how I needed to get my fix.

I stripped us both down, had her grip the back of a chair, and admired the picture her nubile young self made in that position, arching for me so prettily.

I pressed my chest against her back, my throbbing erecting prodding against the meat of her butt.

I made her spread her legs farther, and bent my knees, pushing my cock between her legs, rubbing my swollen head up and down her slick entrance, finding her cleft and breeching. When my tip was in, I shoved, propelling myself deep.

I held her in place with my open palms, mouth moving over her shoulders, hands stroking down the graceful arch of her spine.

I palmed one bouncy tit, the other hand getting to her clit with a purpose. I was in a rush. I got her off fast before really unleashing on her perfect, tiny body.

I had both her wrists in my hands as I pumped into her from behind, pounding in and out with hard, jarring thrusts.

It was so good. So. Fucking. Good. As I drew closer I got rougher, lost myself a bit, though Ro never seemed to mind. I plowed deep and came with a shout and held myself there, grinding her on the base of my cock, my tip jarring into her cervix. I kissed all over her back and shoulders as we caught our breath, my hands on her breasts, handling them with ownership and possession. I sucked at the side of her neck and said, “I missed this.”

She choked out a breathless laugh. “We had sex last night.”

“That was many hours ago, cupcake. We didn’t even get a morning round in, that damned flight was so early.”

We got a chance to sightsee a bit around the city, though not as much as I would have liked since Ro had never been to Manhattan before. We’d have to come back so I could give her the full tour.

We were exploring around Rockefeller Center when Ro stopped in her tracks.

I followed her rather obvious stare to watch a cute old couple embracing, cheek to cheek, their faces full of peaceful adoration. They were doing some sort of old people shuffle that probably used to be dancing.

“That’s what I want,” she said quietly, her face full of earnest yearning. “All I want is to have someone kiss me like that. Hold me like that. Touch me like that.”

After that little speech, I studied the old couple like they were my direct competition. “They’re fine, I guess. Not that adorable. We’re cuter than them, to be honest.”

“I’m not talking about us; I’m talking about what I want for the long haul. What I expect when I find the one. I want that cute couple cuddling in public at eighty love. That’s not you.”

That more than stung, even if it was true. Especially then. “Who says?” I asked. Just to be contrary, I told myself. “Don’t put me in a box. It’s provoking.”

“Please,” she said with an eye roll, “you don’t subscribe to romantic love even existing, let alone a lifetime of it.”

“Fair point. I can kiss and hold and touch you any way and anywhere you want, though, which was your original point.”

“You don’t get it. It’s not the actions themselves, it’s the feeling behind it, and the longevity of those feelings.”

I was beginning to understand that very thing, so much so it was beginning to frighten me.

What I said though, was, “I’ll show you some longevity as soon as we get back to the room, cupcake. As much as you can handle, and I promise you will feel it. Every single inch.”

I gave her a wolfish grin and she smiled gamely, letting me ruin the serious moment, as usual.