I straighten my back and slide away from her a little.
“No, you don’t,” she whispers, and pulls me back toward her without missing a beat. She snuggles her head into my chest. “You stay close to me.”
I put my arm around her. I can feel her heart beating against mine and I frown as I hold her.
This. Is. Fucking. Weird.
Too comfortable, as if we know each other already.
She leans up onto her elbow and smiles as she watches me. “So, if you came home six days early only to see me”—she kisses my chest—“does that mean I get you to myself for the next week, because technically, nobody else knows you’re back?”
I smile as I cup her face in my hand, dust my thumb over her bottom lip. “And what would you do with me for a week if you had me to yourself?”
She kisses down my stomach and I inhale sharply as I spread my legs.
Woman’s insatiable.
She licks up my length. “Run away with you.”
She takes me fully into her mouth, and I lie back and put my hands into her hair. “Why don’t we go away?”
She looks up, surprised. “Huh?”
I push her head back down. “Don’t stop. Multitask. Suck and listen.”
She giggles and goes back to her job.
Yeah . . . why couldn’t we go away?
That’s actually a good idea.
If we stay in London for the week we can only be at my place or hers. But if we went away . . . the jet is here. I could organize something . . . I mean it would be short notice, but . . .
“I’m taking you away for the week,” I announce.
She looks up and frowns. “What?” she mouths around me.
I smile. Fuck she’s adorable. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
She pulls off. “We can’t go away. I have to prepare and then there’s the—”
“Kate.” I pull her up and she lies on top of me. “If we stay here, we can’t leave this apartment.”
She looks down at me and I can see her brain processing.
“It’s one week.”
“Well, where would we go?”
“Somewhere with sun and cocktails.” I see a trace of a smile cross her face. “My treat.” I try to sweeten the deal.
She kisses her way back down my body. “Is this my company bonus, sir?” she teases.
I chuckle and spread my legs again. “Yes, so depending how well you suck me will determine where we go.”
“You can’t afford a resort that good.” She sucks me deep along with a long stroke of her hand, and my eyes roll back in my head.
I shudder as my balls contract. “You could be right.”
I turn into Kate’s street and pull up across the road. “I’ll pick you up in a few hours.”
“Are you sure about this?” She frowns.
I lean over and kiss her. “Positive.”
It’s one week, don’t get excited.
“Okay.” She smiles. “What will I pack?”
“Nothing, we won’t be wearing any clothes.”
She giggles and we look over to see that guy she lives with come out the front door. He’s dressed up and walks down the stairs and gets into the Audi that’s parked out the front—he’s good-looking and dressed well. We watch as the car pulls out and drives away. “What’s his name?” I ask.