I kick off my shoes for the final time tonight and join him on my large bed. Oh, look, my hand has found its happy home – right between his legs.
Please, ladies, like you don’t love sticking your hand between your man’s legs. Gotta make sure everything is where you left it the last time you fucked him up. (Two nights ago. Or maybe it was three if you count the time difference. Anyway, I fucked him up really good. So good I wasn’t even interested in sex on the flight here. That’s gotta be a first for me…)
“I like this room, too. It’s got your dick in it.” There it is! Found it!
Ian bites the inside of his cheek, because that’s manlier than outright grinning at me. “What would you ever do without it?”
I roll toward him, hand still clutched firmly around his hardening member. “Invest in a pretty sweet dildo collection.” That’s the last thing I say before kissing him.
Naturally, it’s my intention to make this the last thing we do tonight. Have sex, that is. I’m jet-lagged but not dead, for goodness’s sake. As long as I’m somewhat hale and healthy, I’m gonna make it a regular goal to score with this guy. I’m pretty sure he’s on the same page as me, too, because he clutches the back of my head so he can tongue the back of my throat.
“Sweet,” he mutters on my lips. “You weren’t kidding. We get to make some porn.”
His thigh vibrates. Trust me, kids, it ain’t from my sweet skills.
“Ignore it,” Ian mutters against my throat.
“What if it’s important?” I know his phone when I feel it against his damn skin.
“It can’t be more important than your hand on my dick.”
“It is if it costs you millions of dollars.”
Sighing, Ian reaches into his pocket and pulls out his ringing phone. I remove my hand from his shaft and roll onto my back.
“Mathers,” my boyfriend grunts. The look on his face softens as a female voice on the other end scolds him for not checking to see who was calling. At first I think it’s his mother, but that would make his face scrunch, not turn into butter. “Huh? You sure? Sorry to hear that. Still gonna make it to tomorrow night’s meeting?” He pauses again. “Good. Let me know if that changes. Take care.”
I wait until he hangs up. “Valerie?”
“Yes. She said she thinks she has a fever and is skipping out on our brunch tomorrow.”
“Fever? Is she going to be okay?”
Ian shrugs. “If she’s not by tomorrow evening, I can get her to the hospital for a check-up. Worse comes to worse, she stays in her hotel room until it’s time to go home. Not gonna risk sending her back early if she really is sick.”
My boyfriend’s assistant hadn’t seemed that sick earlier, but one could never tell with traveling as much as we have. Valerie doesn’t always come along on Ian’s business trips. Sometimes he brings me. Other times he goes by himself if it’s something more informal. It’s not often the three of us travel together. Darn. No wonder we didn’t have sex on the plane – not that Valerie hasn’t stumbled in on us before. She’s hilariously calm about it. Then again, any woman who works for my boyfriend had better be considering what he used to get up to before making me his forever.
“Where were we?” Ian tosses his phone onto the phone and rolls on top of me. “Oh, right, my dick was in your hand and about to be in your mouth. I’m pretty sure.”
“Is that what was going on?” I don’t recall getting ready to put his dick in my mouth. I’m not opposed, though. Ian is in the top five of best cocks I’ve ever sucked, let alone multiple times. Maybe top three. If he’s a good boy I’ll even say the best.
Something tells me he’s not going to be good tonight. I still might say the best, though.
“Fact,” he begins. “We have never screwed in Japan.”
“Maybe you haven’t.”
“I didn’t say neither of us has ever screwed in Japan. Just that we haven’t. The together was implied.”
“Uh huh.” My bare feet slide effortlessly against the silky comforter, letting my legs spread around his hips. Ah, yes, one of the most comfortable positions for this girl. Isn’t it funny how perfectly he fits between his legs? Why, it’s almost like we were built to be this way! Sometimes we joke that we’re so perfect for each other that fate must have brought us together. In a way, it tried that long ago. We originally met at one of his father’s galas when we were in high school. One thing led to another and next thing we knew we were fooling around in a closet. We didn’t make it all the way, though. Poor Ian was too excited for that.