Allison

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

It’s nine o’clock in the morning, and I’m packed and ready to go home. Ash just called to inform Ridge that both Stella and Lydia are doing wonderfully. The doctor said things couldn’t have gone better under the circumstances, and that Ridge might have a future in obstetrics to which he said hell no.

We sat down last night and went over our schedules planning visits and Skype dates as well as rescheduling the photo shoot with Ash. Now we have an hour until the helicopter takes us to the airport, and I’ll be home with David before dinnertime.

So much has happened over the last three days, it will be hard going back to the daily grind of my life without Ridge. He’s flying me out in two weeks—two long, torturous weeks. At least I have something to look forward to, and like he so eloquently put it, there’s always sexting.

“Don’t sulk, you look sexy when you sulk,” he says coming up behind me where I’m sitting on the couch. I have my suitcase at my feet, and I’m idly fiddling with my camera while I sulk, and yes I admit I’m sulking. I drop my head back, and he takes full advantage of my position kissing and nipping my neck and earlobe. He moans and nuzzles into my hair. “Now I have a problem only you can solve.”

I smile knowing what his problem is. “We have an hour,” I whisper.

“I wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty mouth of yours. You look beautiful today,” he breathes in my ear sliding his hands down to my breasts where he circles my hardening nipples over the satin of my blouse.

I reach up and pull him down by his tie so he can kiss the mouth he’s so worried about messing up. When I’m positive there is no trace of lipstick left on my lips, I release his tie. “Lipstick can be reapplied. I’m leaving you alone for two weeks, come around here and let me give you something to tide you over.”

“How can I say no to that?”

“You can’t.” He rounds the masculine gray couch, and I sit up on my knees and grab his belt when he’s within reach. I can’t get him exposed fast enough, and my fingers fumble with the zipper until he takes over. He isn’t wearing briefs, or boxers, nothing when he pulls out his glorious cock from his pants.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” I say looking up into his cool gray eyes.

He shrugs. “I was hopeful, I guess.”

I smirk and slide my hands around to his ass to pull him closer, and since he’s going commando, I push his pants off his hips and let them fall. Without averting my eyes, I take him in my mouth and watch his face contort with desire as I cup his sack and suck his long cock to the back of my throat.

“Oh God, angel, that feels fucking amazing,” he moans, and his head falls back when I find a rhythm he likes. His hands are in my hair guiding his length in and out of my mouth until I feel him swell and twitch. I let go of his balls and use my hand to stroke him while he fucks my mouth, and that’s all it takes… he’s gone. He yells my name and thrusts one last time coming hard at the back of my throat. I swallow every bit of it knowing that I will be taking a part of him home with me to New York.

I let him slip from my mouth, and he hauls me up from the couch to kiss me long and hard, so I won’t forget how it feels. “You’re unbelievable. You know that? I’m going to take you on a tropical vacation to a deserted island where we can make love wherever we want whenever we want.”

“You are, are you? How long is this vacation going to be?”

“Two weeks, no a month. Can you get a month off from your job?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s going to be a no. Two weeks, however, that might be doable.” I smile knowing we are just dreaming out loud. He can’t possibly be away from the ranch for two weeks, especially now that the baby is here. And I only have a week’s worth of paid vacation per year—no way can I take another off with no pay.

“Two weeks it is then. I’ll start making plans, send me your availability when you get home.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes, aren’t you?”

“Well, of course, I’d love to go away with you for two weeks, but I only have one week of paid vacation per year and what would David do for two weeks without me?”

“I’ll pay for your second week off if you can get it, and maybe it won’t be a deserted island, and we can take David with us. He can bring a friend to keep him entertained while I entertain you,” he says waggling his eyebrows up and down. I laugh at his absurdness.

“I can’t let you pay me for an extra week off. That’s expensive, and bringing David and another kid? That’s even more money, no way.”

He lowers me down onto the couch to pull up his pants and then he sits next to me. “Angel, I’ve been working for Ash, who happens to be one of the richest men in the United States, for five years with no living expenses. If you want to go on vacation for a year, I can afford it. Don’t worry about the money. Send me your schedule, and I’ll plan it.”

A year? I had no idea. I never thought about him saving money by living here, and he and Ash are friends. I’ll bet his salary includes a lot of zeros.

“Just nod your head like this,” he says placing his hands over my ears and making me nod in the affirmative.

“Okay, I’ll send it.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” I cover his hands with mine and relish in our last moment of privacy together before I go back to reality and leave my dream man behind.

Later on, when I’m sitting on the plane watching the runway fly by as we take off, two sayings keep running through my mind—absence makes the heart grow fonder and out of sight, out of mind.

I wonder which one it will be for Ridge and me?