Chapter Eighteen
He felt like the biggest pussy as he waited for them to get off the limo.
What the fuck am I doing here? He had asked himself the same question countless of times this half hour. He never ran after women. But when Jordana left the theater earlier, he was sure he must’ve burst a blood vessel after imagining Rocco’s cousin touching her.
Something inside him snapped.
No one touches my woman. That was all he could think about as he left a dumbfounded Helene escort-less. He jumped and drove his vehicle like a maniac following them. More like tailed their limo like those damned paparazzi.
He had gone mashed potatoville. Merda! He was really losing it. He’d never felt possessive over a woman before.
What the hell’s taking them so long?! What’s keeping them inside the limo?
A picture of the two making out inside drove him crazed with jealousy, so jealous that he wanted to smash the limo’s window to pull Falcone out.
If he just as much as kissed her, I’m going to break his legs...
He expelled a harsh breath when the limo’s door finally opened.
Chris stepped out first before Jordana came out.
He found himself striding over before he could think.
Jordana gaped when she saw him and unlike Helene, her rounded lips made his cock twitch. Surprise was soon replaced by irritation.
She gave him a stony look that would’ve turned him into a pillar of salt.
And she refused to acknowledge him after that. The little vixen wanted him to really work for it.
Chris broke the uncomfortable silence for the second time that night.
“Lonz! Fancy seeing you here, again—”
He racked his brain for an appropriate reply.
Fuck, it appeared like he was stalking them.
But you are stalking them.
“This place serves great steaks…Rocco and I ate here before.”
That really sounded trite, Vitale…good job.
He can’t believe he was discussing the restaurant’s merits when all he wanted was to punch the pup’s face. If that would happen, Zia Maria and Rocco would be upset. Especially Rocco. His friend was very fond of his cousin—familial relations to the biggest footballer in the world got him the finest seats at the Bernabeu.
“Same here! He introduced me to this place. Been a regular since.”
“May I speak with your date for a few minutes?” His tone was casual, almost friendly. It belied what he truly felt. It took considerable effort to put on a straight face.
He hoped his friend’s cousin wouldn’t go alpha on him. Or he’d rearrange his pretty face.
He expected Chris to be pissed. He was surprised that the guy looked almost…amused.
Jordana spoke before the footballer could reply.
“Guess, what? I’m wearing my hearing aid today…so why don’t you ask me instead since I’m here?” she gritted.
He swung his eyes on her. Her amber eyes were all fiery. Damned if that didn’t turn him on all the more. The bulge in his pants was getting more uncomfortable with every passing minute.
“Can we talk?”
“Aren’t we already?”
“Don’t be like this.”
“Be what?”
“Difficult.”
Her eyes were unyielding. “We’re done talking. No.”
“You’re saying no?” he repeated.
“Yes, I’m saying no to you. You got a problem with that?”
He and Jordana continued to glare at each other for a full minute.
Both of them were so into their pissing contest, they forgot Chris was present.
Chris cleared his throat, breaking their standoff.
“I really think you two should talk. Clear the air…you know what I mean?” he suggested.
Jordana gave the other guy a pleading look.
Lonzo hated that. She should only have her eyes on one man—him.
“If ever you need me, Dana…I’ll be in the restaurant. Lonz, be nice to my girl,” the footballer said before turning to give them privacy.
My girl?! His mind repeated.
They waited until he was out of hearing range before rekindling their verbal slugfest.
“What do you want from me?” she raged.
You. I want all of you.
“I told you, I just want to talk.”
“So talk! You got exactly five minutes to state what you want and then I’m out.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” he asked.
“That’s none of your business!”
“It’s my fucking business. He called you his girl.”
She ignored him. “You’ve got nineteen more questions left.”
“Answer the question. Is he?”
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Why are you even here, Lonzo? I kept my part of the bargain. Not a word about our sordid affair got out! What imaginary transgression did I do this time?!”
“You’re screeching.”
“I don’t screech!”
“Cara, you’re turning into a shrew. Not a good look on you.”
“Don’t you cara me!” she said vehemently.
“Why? Does he call you that, too?”
“No. He calls me baby.”
“Does he? What a cheesedick.”
“At least he’s got something. You’re just a plain dick!”
Both of them were so openly antagonistic that passersby were beginning to take an interest on the show they were putting on. Several had recognized them.
He had to act now before it escalated into a pay-per-view event or give them three million views on YouTube.
He held her arm.
“Let me go!”
“No. You’re coming with me,” he said as he steered her toward his car.
“I am not going anywhere with you!” she insisted as she struggled.
“You want to discuss our dirty laundry in public? Be my guest.”
She glowered at him but didn’t put on a fight.
She turned and gave him a sidelong glance as they reached the vehicle.
“Start talking, Vitale.”
“Not here.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Yes, here.”
“No. Anywhere but here.”
“Uhm...didn’t you get the memo? I’m on a date. With someone.”
“Then leave him.”
“I’m not leaving him!”
He snorted. “Why not? He’s old enough to fuck, he can damn well get his ass back to wherever the hell he came from.”
She stared at him incredulously.
“Wow. You’re an even bigger dick than I remembered. Major milestone, Vitale.”
His mouth twitched. He missed her mouthiness, this fiery temper that she kept in check from others except him. Who was he kidding? He missed everything about her.
“Well…we like them big in my part of the world,” he replied cockily.
“You’re unbelievable! You’re friends! Haven’t you even considered his feelings?! How awkward he must’ve felt?” she continued heatedly.
He shrugged. When it came to this woman, he didn’t care shit what Falcone felt or thought about him. Screw friendship, he thought possessively.
“I don’t give a flying fuck about his feelings. I’m friends with his cousin, not him,” he snickered.
“Well, newsflash: I do care about him,” she said before she pointedly stared at her wristwatch. “Time’s up, Vitale.”
She turned to leave but he gently pushed her back on the side of the car before extending his arms on either side of her, preventing her from scurrying off.
“You’re not going back there.”
“I came here with Chris. I’m not leaving him just because you said so. I only take orders from one person. Me.”
“We’ll that’s too bad…because I’m not leaving without you in this car.”
He could get in deep shit for his actions. He was in essence about to kidnap her. She could sue his ass for millions in damages. But he was beyond caring at that point.
“Chris will not allow it!”
He was quick to notice that her statement lacked conviction. He went for it like a dog to a bone.
“I’d like to see him try and stop me.”
“You wouldn’t dare, you dirty bastard!”
“If he tried to play prince-fucking-charming, you will have a brawl in your hands. You know me, cara…I won’t back off.”
“You devious jerk!”
“Or you can be a nice girl and get in the car. Pick one. Oh, I’ll help you decide. His legs cost Real Madrid one hundred twenty million euros a year. A pity if they break in an accident…or fight. No more European Cup.”
She gave him another withering stare before she finally gave in and did his bidding…but not without slamming the door of his custom ride in anger first. He pumped his fist in his mind in victory. His tactics were a bit underhanded. Was he even guilty? Hell no! It bought him precious time with her.
When he slid into the driver’s seat, Jordana slanted him a look of pure venom.
“Is kidnapping your new idea of ‘fun’?” she tartly asked as he drove off, burning rubber to get them out of there.
She was bitching, trying to pick a fight with him, but he was too pleased with himself to get into an argument with her. Shit, he felt like bursting into a song like that girl Maria in ‘The Sound of Music’. He felt alive again after weeks of living like a functioning zombie.
“This? No. What I had in mind entails cuffs, a blindfold and a riding crop. I’m tempted to punish someone for being a bad girl.”
She paled at his joke.
Then it registered. They haven’t gone that sexual road yet when they were on the island.
“That’s...sick!” she exclaimed, scandalized. “Are you a d-dom?”
He gave a short laugh. God, laughing felt so good. “Been reading up lately?”
She blushed beautifully that he would’ve kissed her senseless if he weren’t in the middle of the road driving.
He chuckled, trying to diffuse the situation. “Relax. For now, we’re just…talking.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“To my hotel.”
“Let me guess…you own it? How convenient.”
“Sorry to disappoint you but no…never liked L.A.’s realty market.”
She turned to look out at the window. Then he heard her sigh.
“We’ve got nothing to talk about.”
“I beg to differ.”
“I don’t want to talk.”
That made him grin like a maniac. “Then we won’t, if that’s what you want.”
She switched her gaze back to him, her brow raised. “Excuse me?”
“What?” he asked without taking his eyes from the road, trying to sound like an innocent prick.
“Why are you doing this?” she threw back at him. “Can’t your legions of women satisfy you?”
His eyes remained fixed on the road, his brows drawn together. I’ve been asking myself the same question for weeks…
The thought petrified him but he’d rather be scared shit of these unfamiliar emotions than not see her.
“Not with you stuck inside my head,” he replied softly, the words were out of his mouth before he could even stop himself.
Cazzo! What is it about this woman that turn men like him into cheesedicks?
His statement melted her anger and left her speechless.
Uh-oh…don’t fall for that line, missy!
Still, a traitorous thrill went through her spine.
Not again. God, save me from myself!
She knew he’d never allowed any woman to get emotionally close to him in the past.
She felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that even a gorgeous Hollywood A-lister like Helene Harwood couldn’t make him forget her.
Don’t feel so smug, Jordana.
She knew she shouldn’t dwell too much on that. That could be just him sweet-talking his way around her.
Lonzo was still Lonzo. He broke her heart. That made him the enemy.
Still, the idea he couldn’t evict her from his mind relighted something inside her—a small solace for all the sleepless nights and crying episodes she went through.
It became blessedly quiet during the ten-minute ride to his hotel.
When they reached their destination, he was out of a car in an instant, opening the door for her.
They used the private entrance so they were shielded from snooping eyes. She held back a retort when Lonzo led her to a private lift that went all the way to his suite.
Just like in the car, they rode the elevator in heavy silence. They found themselves at the foyer of the hotel’s presidential suite when the elevator opened.
Whoa. The suite spanned the entire floor and evoked understated elegance and luxury.
She shouldn’t be surprised. Lonzo demanded the best and he can afford to get whatever he wanted.
Well, almost anything he wanted.
He led her toward the living area of the suite. She took out her phone from her clutch, intending to call Chris.
Lonzo swiftly divested her of her phone.
“Hey!” she protested. “Give it back!”
“You won’t be needing this.”
He put the phone in the inner pocket of his jacket.
“I need to call Chris!” she huffed.
“You don’t need to. A little disappointment will do him some good—” he said in an off-hand manner that made her temper flare up like a forest fire.
He was seen in the company of countless beauties mere days after she left Rome! The nerve of this man!
“I am not answerable to you, Vitale—” she said through gritted teeth. “Not anymore… you made sure of that.”
“Jordana—”
“Stay out of my affairs,” she warned. “Go back to Helene and leave me in peace.”
He stilled as several unnerving seconds ticked.
“I don’t want her. I want you,” came his quiet admission.
She closed her eyes briefly. His declaration made her insides churn up. Her mind screamed: go now, while you still can!
“You chose to be with other women. We’re so done. There’s no sense going back there…” her voice thickened as unwelcome emotions rose. Why can’t these feelings just go away?!
She turned for the elevator, unwilling to let him see how he could still affect her so.
He yanked her back, scooping her up into his arms as he crossed the distance to his bedroom.
Her brain told her to fight. But her brain was slow to respond.
“Let me go,” she protested but it came out weak. Her voice was shaky from the storm of simultaneous feelings going through her—anger, exhilaration, anxiety and pain.
“Cara—” he murmured against her ear. She had yearned for this man. He made her ache. So much.
He made her weak.
Like her father.
No! She wouldn’t go down that road again!
“Stop this!” she found her voice at last.
He held her tighter before he put her down on her feet.
She stood on unsteady legs before he pushed to the nearest wall, his arms imprisoning her.
“We don’t resolve anything when we’re talking.”
“Then stop being a jerk.”
He regarded her face, almost tenderly at first, like he couldn’t believe she was standing in front of him.
He made her nervous. She licked her suddenly parched lips.
His gaze became heated as his eyes followed her every move. His hands went around her waist to pull her close to his hard body.
“Then we’re done talking,” he declared before his lips descended and captured hers.
Helene and Chris were forgotten as their lips met and mated feverishly—their kiss so explosive, it consumed them both. He licked and nibbled her lower lip before he slid his tongue inside her mouth to tease and dance with hers.
She moaned, so lost, her hands ran up to clasp and claw at his hair, pulling him down as he deepened the kiss. The man had the most amazing tongue and he knew how to use it. She missed his taste—that flavor that was uniquely his. One could live on this man’s kisses alone. His kisses switched from tender to dominant.
“I’m going to defile you, cara,” he whispered against her lips.
His words left her panting and trembling with an uncontrollable hunger that only he could evoke in her.
“Tell me you want it,” he urged as he held her tight, making her feel his steely length against her stomach.
She whimpered.
“Say it, cara. Tell me you still want me and I’ll pound inside you so deep, you’ll feel me for a week.”
A bolt of exquisite, wicked pleasure coursed though her, turning her brain into mindless goo. Her body was all primed for his possession. All she needed to do was say yes and he’d make this ache disappear.
He slid his lips on her neck.
“Close your eyes and imagine my mouth on your pussy,” he said before he licked her jugular, drawing hot, wet circles against her overheated skin. “I plan to eat and get myself drunk tonight. On you.”
Her center welled at the pictures his words painted in her mind.
“Yes,” she found herself saying.
His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning.
Huge butterfly wings fluttered inside her stomach when his hand reached for the zip of the gold dress. His knuckles brushed the bare skin of her lower back after he unzipped it .
The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in her panties, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
He took a moment to admire what he just uncovered, making her nipples pucker in response.
“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
He drew her closer before he suddenly turned her around, facing the wall.
He panties were torn away before she could blink.
“Oh!” she exclaimed when she felt his hard cock against her backside.
“You feel so good. So fuckable,” came his husky whisper before his hands cupped her breasts from behind. He weighed the rounded globes and pinched her nipples, making her gasp for air.
His lips kissed and licked the side of her neck before making its way toward her shoulders and back…until he reached her ass cheeks.
His teeth grazed her left butt cheek, making her yelp.
She heard him move behind her before she felt his searing tongue on her center. She almost died from pleasure as he lapped, sucked and tasted her from behind. She opened her legs further, earning her a grunt of approval from him. He made her pussy weep, her hot folds leaking, readying her body for his eventual invasion.
“You’re exquisite, cara.”
He hummed in his enjoyment, making her gush and tremble, her hips moving wantonly against that wicked tongue.
“Ohhh—!” she moaned. She was close…
He pulled out at the last second.
She mewed in frustration as he stood up, scooped her in his arms again and made their way to the king-sized bed.
He slowly laid her down on the bed but he didn’t join her.
He stood at the foot of the bed, his intense green eyes hooded.
She decided to get back at him. A little.
Putting her forefinger in her mouth, she sucked on it before she pulled it out with a pop. She opened her legs next, giving him an excellent view of her sex.
She trailed her forefinger over her clit.
She heard him drew a long breath before he hastily removed his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers.
She took in his magnificent male form. He had an amazing swimmer’s body sculpted from years of recreational diving and swimming—wide chest, washboard stomach, tight butt and powerful limbs. He was so ripped and he owed nothing to steroids or artifice.
She slid her finger inside her channel while she watched him drop and kick his pants in one go. She was tempted to scoot back toward the headboard when he straightened and his beautifully thick, veined cock came into view.
He climbed on the bed and slowly made his way to her. He leaned over her. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation of his skin over hers envelop her senses.
His muscled thighs spread her legs further before his hand snaked out to halt and pull out her errant finger from her pussy…but not before licking and sucking it in his mouth first.
“Delicious.”
She held her breath in anticipation as he moved between her legs. He held her ass cheeks with his hands, angling her towards his mouth. She almost screamed when he thrust his tongue deep into her wet channel.
“Sweet like nectar. I’m going to lick you dry, cara.” he said, his eyes darkened with lust. It was too decadent, too erotic.
She squeezed her eyes closed and placed her fist over her mouth to stifle her cries as his talented appendage parted and swiped the lips of her sex and made true his promise.
“Tell me how you feel,” he commanded, his voice reverberating against her sensitized skin.
She groaned. He was trying to kill her.
“Tell me!” he rasped.
“God! Oh, God. Yes…!”
“Want me to continue?”
‘Please! Don’t stop—” she sobbed.
He lingered, licking every crevice tantalizingly. Then he pushed a thick finger through her, seeking her G-spot.
Her stomach muscled clenched as her legs shook uncontrollably as she neared her peak.
Her hands clawed at the sheets, her head moving from side to side, the intense pleasure of his tongue driving her to madness. The pleasure was so much that she wasn’t sure she could survive this…
Bright lights exploded behind her eyelids as she climaxed, her walls contracting violently around his marauding tongue. He should have stopped then but he didn’t. He feasted on her until she felt another one coming. She fisted his hair, tried to get away but he was merciless.
“Lonzo!” she gasped, her lower body thrashing against his face, following the movements of his wicked tongue.
When he sucked hard on her clit, she yelled her pleasure as her body was wracked with spasms that went on and on.
It took her a few minutes to open her eyes. She found him hovering above her, his green eyes barely holding it in.
Lonzo maybe all sorts of dick outside the bedroom but in it, he was a generous lover.
An overwhelming mix of desire and love unfurled in her.
She loved him. Still love him. She wanted to belong to him again, to feel him inside her.
The need to be possessed by this man consumed her.
She pulled his head, kissing him with everything she had in her.
“Take me,” she whispered against his lips.
“Jordana, I don’t have protection with me. Let me put on one first—” he rasped, valiantly fighting for control.
“We don’t have to. I’m still on the pill—”
He lost it.
With one thrust, he wedged himself inside her tight sheath. She cried at the suddenness. They’d been apart for months and he stretched and filled her, the feeling of fullness almost painful.
“Sweetest pussy ever…so unbelievably tight!” he groaned as he fell on top of her, burying his face on her neck.
Her channel clenched around him.
“Stop that, cara.”
She couldn’t as her walls gripped him.
“Fuck, I want to make this last for you…but it’s been so long, cara. I need you so bad. I don’t think I can last.”
Her heart swelled when she heard him.
“Me too. I want you right now.”
He began to tunnel her with powerful thrusts that lodged him balls-deep inside her.
“You feel incredible. So warm, so tight,” he rasped.
Her head fell back on the bed as their bodies established a sensual rhythm. The smooth movements didn’t last long as their bodies began to unravel. His thrusts became faster, harsher, more brutal.
“Lonzo!” she moaned when he pistoned against her G-spot again and again until it triggered her release.
He bent and took a pink nipple inside his mouth, sucking as he continued to surge inside her.
“That’s it…come for me, cara. I want to feel you squeezing me.”
She did as she was told. She was helpless from the power of his erotic words and the magic of his erotic tongue.
She shouted when she reached her peak for the second time—her body flexed and crumbled in the most delicious, bone-melting, toe-curling pleasure.
This time it drew a matching growl from him.
With her body milking him, he continued to ram into her. His moves were jerkier, uncalibrated. He held her hips with his big hands as he fed every inch of his cock inside her starved pussy. She felt him grow bigger inside her when he finally shattered, shouting her name hoarsely, along with a string of unintelligible Italian words.
Just when she thought she couldn’t have another, he triggered a final orgasm from her.
Afterward, she lay limply beneath his crushing weight, unable to move.
Marathon sex? It sure felt like sexual coma, she thought.
He rested his head on the crook of her neck, trying to catch his breath, waiting for the aftershocks of pleasure to drain from his body.
It only gets better with her. Only with her.
He blinked, trying to come to terms with what he was feeling.
He’d taught himself long ago not to get involved with women, unless it was to fuck.
But what he just shared with her was more than fucking. He didn’t imagine it. Something inside him lost control.
What was she doing to him?
He couldn’t get enough of her.
Right now, even with his dick still buried inside of her, he knew that he’d still want her again.
He got himself too deep.
Get dressed. Now. Leave! his mind told him.
But he couldn’t do it.
He wanted her for himself. For an indefinite period.
He wanted to hold her, be with her, have her every night.
He was having trouble remembering the vow he made on his father’s grave.
No woman would make him lose his wits.
No one did. Until he met her.
Jordana.
Her breathing had returned to normal. She stroked his hair slowly, sensuously. It made him feel so fucking good. Hell, everything about her made him feel too fucking good. Even without the sex, just being with her was enough to make his disposition sunny.
Her arms encircled him. Then, her fingers began to slowly stroke his back.
His cock began to grow hard again.
“I wish this night never ends,” he heard her say.
He stilled when an idea hit him.
She can be his woman.
Emotions need not be involved. They can continue like this until he stopped wanting her. Whenever that was, he didn’t know.
“It doesn’t have to end if you don’t want to,” he replied.
Her stroking stopped. “What are you saying?”
“You can live with me in Rome.”
“Why?” she said, her voice cautious.
“A long-distance affair isn’t feasible. If you say yes, I’ll make the arrangements,” he said, propping up on his arms so he can look down at her.
Her eyes grew guarded.
“Wait, wait…you’re asking me to drop everything—my career, my friends, my life in New York to be with you? In Rome?”
“It’s a workable proposition, if you think about it. I can provide for you while we’re together. Your every whim. You can still model if you want. Milan is just a stone’s throw away from Rome. You’ll have the jet at your disposal if you are feeling homesick. I can buy you anything you want—” he pitched.
She didn’t reply. A few seconds passed before she pushed against his chest. He let her move. She swung her long legs at the side of the bed, her back to him.
“What do you think?”
“You’re buying me again,” she asked quietly, before standing up to pick up her discarded clothing. She put them on before turning to leave.
Lonzo jumped from the bed to run after her.
He yanked her back into his arms before she reached the door. She was avoiding his gaze.
He turned and urged her to look at him, raising her chin with his hand.
“I’m offering you to be my partner, Jordana.”
Those were big words coming from him. He never believed in exclusivity.
She just stared back at him.
“Okay then. Let us negotiate. What do I have to do to induce you to accept this partnership?” he asked bluntly.
Jordana schooled her expression to hide the hurt she felt from what he said.
It wasn’t a real partnership like he wanted her to believe.
He was offering her to become his mistress—a glorified whore, a kept woman to warm his bed at night; an arm candy should the need arose.
Until the time he got tired of her and discard her for the next woman. To be thrown away like a dirty, used rag. Like the rest of his women.
No way.
She may love him but she would never allow herself to be treated that way. She deserved to be respected and if she can’t get that from the man she loved, she would rather walk away without a backward glance.
She’d teach him a lesson.
Since he got such a low opinion of her, she’d encourage him to think that way.
She would turn the tables on him. Beat him at his own game.
“Ah, but I don’t come cheap, Lonzo.”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
This made her angrier. How dare he judge her!
“Try me.”
“Twenty million euros. Another twenty payable once we call it quits,” she calmly said. It was an outrageous amount and she was sure he will not…?
She lowered her lashes so he wouldn’t see the turmoil she felt.
His eyes scanned her face. “Done.”
She couldn’t believe he would agree to her terms.
But then, this was Lonzo. That amount was probably a drop in a bucket in his vast assets.
The man was a billionaire used to a lot of wheeling and dealing. For him, she was just another business deal. There were no emotions involved.
Time to play him.
“Now,” she said.
He frowned. “What do you mean… now?”
“I mean now. You have to write me a check. Now.”
God, her own words were making her mentally puke.
His eyes glinted in anger before his face became impassive.
“Okay.”
He stood from the bed to get his checkbook from his coat hanging over a chair.
He wrote a check and handled it to her.
It was a cash check for twenty million euros.
She took the check coolly, carefully folded and put it inside her clutch.
“That was fast business. It’s late. I have to go now.”
“Go where?”
“Why, back to my hotel. I have an early morning flight back to New York. Tomorrow’s the final fitting for the Victoria’s Secret show.”
“You are not leaving!”
Jordana stood her ground.
“This caveman attitude has to go if you want us to get along, Vitale. I have obligations to fulfill if I’m to live with you. If you can’t be reasonable, I can tear this check and walk out of here.”
“And lose all that money?”
She shrugged. “I can earn that money in a year’s time—doing lingerie and swimwear shoots.”
She sounded nonchalant. She called the shots this time, not him.
He considered it for a few moments before pulling her back into his arms again.
“You drive a hard bargain, woman.”
“I intend to be on that flight to New York, tomorrow,” she said adamantly.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the zip down and began to nibble the sensitive area behind her ear.
“Lonzo!” she gasped. “I really need to go!”
He laughed at her outrage. “You’ll be on your way, cara. I’ll take you to the hotel and the airport myself. But not after I’ve had my fill of you tonight,” he said before he swung her over his shoulder and dumped her on the bed.
She sighed before she gave in to her inner yearnings.
This will really, really be the last time, she vowed.