“Hopefully in a good way.”
“The best way.” She lifts the tea she ordered and takes a sip. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“What’s that?”
“Have you talked to Huxley about your job, what you feel, and the ideas you have to feel more fulfilled?”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
“Are you nervous?”
“No, I’m more focused on you at the moment.”
“You don’t need to focus on me, you have me.”
“Yeah? Is that a promise?”
She leans over and takes my hand in hers. “That’s a promise. So, now you can focus on your job. Do you need help putting together a presentation? I’m good at organizing thoughts.”
“Of course you are.” I kiss her knuckles. “But I think I should do this on my own.”
“Mmm, I like that. I like when you’re in charge.”
“I know because you scream my name when I’m in charge.”
Her cheeks redden as she glances around.
“It’s a private room, Kelsey.”
“Yes, but our waiter pops in and out.”
“And he signed an NDA, so there’s nothing you need to worry about. Plus, given the tip he’ll get tonight, his loyalty is with me.”
“Still, I don’t need people knowing I’m a screamer.”
I chuckle. “Nothing wrong with that. I like that you scream. I actually wish it was my ringtone.”
“Oh my God, are you trying to ruin the night?”
“It can’t all be roses and candles, babe. There has to be some reality to the night, and that is, even though we’re together, I’ll still drive you crazy.”
“Oddly,” she says on a sigh, “I think it’s what I like the most about you.”
“Liar, you like how I make you come.”
She shakes her head. “Nope, I like you . . . you, the person. I like Jonah the sweetheart. JP the instigator. The sex, that’s just a bonus.”
Fuck, she knows how to make me feel whole.
Loved.
Cherished.
Wanted.
I knew this woman had the potential to change my life, but I didn’t know how quickly.
When Huxley asked me how serious I was about Kelsey, if this was just fun or if this was real, I wasn’t kidding when I told him she was it for me. No one else. I told him that I fell for her weeks ago, and being with her, being able to hold her, kiss her, just solidifies that feeling.
She’s my person.
“How are you feeling?” I ask Kelsey as I sit across from her on our private jet.
“Good. Happy. Lucky.”
After our dinner, we went to the rooftop of the building and I played our song again—what I refer to as our song—and I danced with my girl under the stars while candles lit the space around us. It was romantic as fuck, and Kelsey cried when I first took her out on the rooftop. Then, we sat on a couch, shared a piece of honey cake, and talked some more. About everything and anything. Our conversations flow so easily, and it’s like we’ve been talking for years. Once we were ready to leave, I asked her if she wanted to fly back or stay the night, and unfortunately, she has a dress fitting with Lottie tomorrow, so we had to fly back home tonight.
The captain informs us that we’re free to get out of our seats, so I unbuckle my seatbelt and rise from my chair. I hold my hand out to her and say, “Come with me.”
I lead her back to the bedroom where there’s a bed freshly made. I shut and lock the door behind me and then turn toward her. “I want you naked.”
Her eyes widen with excitement. “What do you plan on doing?”
“Something that takes us the whole flight to accomplish.”
“That’s over an hour.”
“Exactly.” I undo my shirt buttons and tug the shirt out of my dress pants. “Seems like the perfect amount of time to explore your body with my tongue.”
She places her hand on my chest and slowly runs her nails over my pecs, across my nipples, and down my abs. “You know I love how you make me come, right?”
“Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ after that statement?”
“Because there is.”
“Fuck, are you on your period?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I am preventing you from making me come tonight.”
“Why?” I feel my brow draw together.
Her hand slips to my pants and she undoes them, then dips her hand past the elastic of my briefs and right to my cock.