Teegan’s long dark hair tickles my chest right before her fingernails dig into my skin and we both cry out one another’s name. She’s been insatiable the past eighteen hours.

She falls on top of me, rolling off so I can take the condom off. “I used to fear my dick was going to break because I couldn’t have you. Now I think it might break from having you too much.” I kiss her softly and head to the bathroom.

We’ve ignored our phones and opted for room service last night in order to have each other within arm’s reach.

“Which problem is worse?” she calls out from the bed.

I walk out of the bathroom after disposing of my last condom. “I’d rather it break from overuse. Hands down.” I crawl under the covers with her and for the first time she has her phone in her hand.

“No phones, remember?” I reach over to grab it out of her hands, but she rolls to her side, out of my reach.

“Hold on.” She bolts up in bed, the sheet pooling at her waist.

I grab her breast, my thumb rolling over her nipple, but this time she isn’t falling into me, her eyes are laser-focused on her phone.

“Oh. My. God. Leo!” Her eyes light up.

“I like it better when you say it without your eyes glued to your phone.”

She sets the phone down, sliding down the bed, putting my head between her hands. “You’re being invited to dress the dogs at the Hamilton Dog Show.”

“I thought they didn’t wear clothes?”

“Yes.” Her hands drop, but only go as far as the back of my head, a spot I’m discovering she enjoys massaging. “The night before the big show they’re doing something fun for local dogs up for adoption. A fashion show with an auction that will go to a no-kill organization.”

“I’m in. That’s awesome. Is this because of yesterday?” I question and she rolls to her back.

“There’s one bad part though.” She stares at the ceiling instead of at me.

I roll on top of her, holding my weight on my arms so I don’t crush her. “What?”

She bites her lip and I bend down and take it between my own teeth, unleashing it from her grasp. She heaves for a breath under me. “You have to donate the apparel.”

I smile. “I see we have a long road of you getting to know me.” There’s nothing I love more than supporting organizations that help animals, especially dogs.

My lips meet hers and our tongues entwine like they have since yesterday afternoon. Soon, we lose ourselves in each other once again and everything else is forgotten.

* * *

I knock on her door with my suitcase in hand. “Teegan,” I say and knock again when she doesn’t answer.

The door swings open and her hair is thrown up in a ponytail. She’s wearing yoga pants and sweatshirt. No makeup adorns her gorgeous face, yet she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“Hang on a sec.” She reaches for her computer bag and trips, falling face first into the mattress.

“Slow down,” I say and chuckle.

Not skipping a beat, she hops back up on her feet, throws her bag crosswise over her body and grabs a hold of her suitcase, breezing past me and out the door.

“You sure you got everything?” I ask, shutting the door behind us.

“I don’t work like this,” she says, practically running to the elevator.

“Like what?” I catch up to her, my own suitcase bouncing along behind me.

Her suitcase tilts and falls to its side. “Great.” When she uses only the handle, the suitcase flips from side to side until I grab a hold of it and straighten it for her.

I place my hand on hers. “What am I missing here?”

“We stayed in bed way too long. I’m usually at the airport at least two hours before my flight in case something goes wrong.”

I smile and her eyes narrow. “Don’t.”

She starts walking again, but I take her suitcase in my own hands. “Don’t what?”

Her finger jabs the elevator button over and over again. “Don’t use that seductive smile to try to calm me down.”

“You know the elevator doesn’t understand urgency, right? You can press the button however many times you want, but the elevator will come when it comes.” I cross my arms across my body, probably baiting a reaction from her. I like it when she’s feisty. My dick really likes when she’s feisty.

I could count to three, but it only takes her two seconds to glare at me from over her shoulder.

“You’re trouble.” She’s trying to remain upset, but I can tell that when she looks at me all her fight dissolves and it’s proof to me of how much she likes me.

Before I have a chance to wrap her small frame in my arms, the elevator dings and the doors open.

“Thank God.” She sighs and grabs her suitcase, walking in.

“You know if we miss it, we’ll just get on another one.”

“Then we have to pay more money.”

“I got you covered.”

She’s standing right in front of the elevator doors, her foot tapping, her hand squeezing the handle of her suitcase.

The elevator doors open five floors from the bottom.

“Great.” She slaps her thigh and I worry that small vein in her neck might actually pop when it’s a family with three small kids that want in.

Each child has a piece of luggage with the same malfunction as Teegan’s—it just doesn’t want to stay on its wheels—which causes the mom to hold the open doors button. Teegan does her best to keep her position in front of the doors, but I grab the hood of her sweatshirt and ease her back into me.

She huffs when her back hits my chest, but she melts into me once my hand slides down her side and cups her ass. At this rate I think we’ll be joining the mile-high club on the way home. For the sake of the passengers of course, since she’s an anxious flyer.

A lifetime later, at least in Teegan’s mind, the elevator doors open to the lobby and I keep a hold of Teegan so she doesn’t try to sneak out before the family. She tosses me a dirty look over her shoulder and I’d fear my death if I didn’t know I have the ability to put a soft look on her features with the orgasms I give her.

Once we’re clear, she exits the elevator and beelines it past the family in the lobby. The dad’s now kicking the suitcases to straighten them out and the baby strapped to the mom is wailing while she tries to wheel two suitcases.

“JKF airport. Fast,” Teegan tells the doorman.

He takes our luggage, Teegan slides into the cab and I tip the doorman before climbing in.

“Go, go, go.” Teegan’s hand lands on the glass that separates the driver and us.

The taxi zooms forward while I’m still closing the door.

“Sorry,” the driver mumbles when I meet his gaze in the mirror.

“You’re too slow,” Teegan says. “Once we get dropped off, we’re going to have to book it.”

I lift my wrist to check the time. “We have an hour before takeoff,” I say.

“We should have been there an hour ago.”

“Lucky for you, I’m a platinum member.” My wink melts her cool exterior slightly.

“Unless your platinum membership can stop the plane, I don’t see how that benefits us.” She leans back in her seat, looking out to the overcrowded streets of the city.

I cover her hand with mine, manipulating it until our fingers are intertwined. I give her a squeeze until she glances over. “Would you rather skip the bath and shower next time?”

A slow smile warms her face, but she tries to force it away. “I’m not saying that, I just like to be on time.”

I pull her over to me. We have at least fifteen minutes before we get to the airport. Hell, I wouldn’t mind spending another night in Manhattan with her, far away from our real worlds with real problems.

She slides over willingly, resting her head on my shoulder, and I kiss the top of her hair. “It’ll all work out.”

She tilts her head up to look me in the eye. “Promise?” she whispers and I get the distinct feeling we’re talking about more than the flight home.

“Promise,” I respond with determination and I lean down and place a chaste kiss on her lips.

“You may be the death of me.” She hits me playfully in the chest.

“That’ll make us even then. You break my dick and I’ll teach you how to enjoy the moment.”

She giggles, her free arm sliding across my stomach, giving me a squeeze. “You’re lucky I’m in such a good mood.”

“Just wait until the plane. I have an idea to help you get you nice and relaxed.”

She swats at my stomach and shakes her head. “Nuh-uh. Nope.”

I rest my finger under her chin and raise her head up until her eyes are on me again. “Yes, and you’ll love every second of it.”

“If we get caught…”

“We won’t.”

“Wait.” She sits up. “Have you done this before? I mean like… are you a frequent mile-high club member?” Her stern look makes me second-guess admitting that I have messed around on a plane before, though only one time and it was years ago.

“I told you, I’m a platinum member,” I say in jest, letting her draw her own conclusion.

Her eyes turn to slits and I laugh, pulling her into me once more. The smell of the hotel shampoo in her dark strands reminds me of her sucking me off in the shower. My dick starts to twitch and I shift in my seat.

“You’re way too high-strung. You need me around to get rid of all the tension,” I mumble against the top of her head.

“I can’t really complain.”

Just as we’re getting comfortable and the control freak side of Teegan is disappearing, the taxi pulls up to the airport. Her head pops up and she glances around like a hawk who just spotted a mouse in a field. She’s out of the cab before I can say anything.

“Round two,” I mumble, opening the door where my suitcase already sits and spot the back of Teegan walking through the doors to departures.

I pull my wallet from my back pocket, but the taxi driver waves me off. “The lady already paid.”

“Of course she did,” I say with a smile and grab my suitcase to follow behind my obsessive little control freak. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing.