On wobbly legs, I get off the bed and start moving forward, my heart pumping wildly with the thought of finally seeing him. I’m disappointed when I make it to the window and don’t see his shadowed figure anymore.
“Unlatch the lock.” I left the phone on the bed, so his voice is further away, but I still hear him just fine.
“Close your eyes,” he says, just barely loud enough for me to hear.
I close my eyes, and seconds later, I hear the window sliding up. It takes everything in me to keep them shut.
He must sense the war that’s raging in my head because he orders with a tone that brooks no argument. “Do not open your eyes.”
Although I bristle at his harsh words, I give a subtle nod, holding my breath with anticipation of what he’ll do next.
I don’t know how he manages to put himself at my level, but the next second I feel the whisper of his breath at my ear. He doesn’t touch me, but I know he’s only centimeters away.
“Put your fingers back in your pussy,” he whispers.
I shudder out a breath and a moan slips free. It takes me several seconds for my brain to work long enough to bring my hand back to my center. I slip my pointer and middle finger back inside my slick hole. Sterling’s breath whooshes out with a groan.
“Now hold them out for me.”
I do as I’m told and hold my hand out. The warmth of Sterling’s mouth meets my fingers as he takes them inside and sucks greedily at them. This is so damn hot. The need that was quenched just a few seconds ago now comes back full force. My body vibrates with the need to open my eyes, pull Sterling inside the window, and demand he take me like I need him to.
Sterling’s tongue swirls around my fingers one last time before he pulls back. The loss I feel as his touch disappears is astounding. My disappointment doesn’t last long, though. The next moment, his lips are on mine and my world feels right again. It’s only his lips and tongue that touch me, but it feels like his entire body is caressing me. His kiss is addicting, and I never want to be cured from it. We tangle our tongues together, moaning into each other’s mouths.
He pulls back all too soon, and I almost open my eyes, but remember I’m not supposed to.
“I’ll see you when you get back from Texas,” he murmurs against my lips, reminding me of my upcoming trip and the time I’ll be spending alone with Asher.
With one more kiss to my lips, I feel him back away.
I hear the slide of the window being closed, but it’s a few minutes before I open my eyes. It’s dark on the other side, with no shadowed figure. I release a shaky breath. I’m still so aroused that my thighs are wet from it.
I turn from the window and walk to the bathroom to clean up. When I look in the mirror, my cheeks are flushed and my lips are slightly swollen. My hair tumbles around my shoulders and looks wild. My eyes are bright, but have a sated look. Even to myself, I look sexy and well-fucked, even though I wasn’t fucked at all. I can’t help the smile that forms on my face.
I grab a washcloth from the small cabinet underneath the sink and wet it with warm water to clean myself. After, with my limbs relaxed and exhaustion taking over, I crawl beneath the covers. My phone still sits on the bed, so I pick it up to set my alarm to wake up bright and early, the trip to Texas looking less and less exciting when I have a man like Sterling waiting for me.
Chapter Thirteen
Poppy
The next morning I’m nervous as the driver pulls up on the tarmac where the jet is waiting for us. I told Asher I could catch a cab to the private airstrip, but he insisted on sending a driver over. He said there was no sense in wasting cab fare when he could easily send someone for me.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s just a simple business trip. I see Asher five days a week, so it’s not like we’re new to being in each other’s company for hours on end. After what transpired last night with Sterling, I felt better about going on this trip with Asher, but not so much this morning. My feelings for Sterling are growing stronger by the day, but every time I’m near Asher, I get this flutter in my stomach. He still makes me nervous and edgy, but he also brings life to my body. I hate having my body react this way to two different men. I want them both, and that right there makes me feel like total shit. Even if I could have both, I wouldn’t do that to either of them. They both deserve better. Everyone deserves better than to be strung along and used. Besides, Sterling’s already proven that he won’t share, although I do find it quite odd he didn’t put up a fight about me going on this trip.
The car pulls to a stop, jerking me from my conflicting thoughts. I sit for a minute and try to force away the nervousness that starts to overwhelm me. I’m just about to open the door to get out when it’s opened for me. Grabbing my purse, I slide from the smooth leather seat.
“Thank you,” I mumble.
“My pleasure, ma’am.”
I walk around to the back of the car and wait for him to pop the trunk so I can grab my bags. A moment later it opens, and I reach to grab the handle to my suitcase, but before I can, Benjamin, the driver, steps beside me and pulls it from the trunk.
“I’ll get these for you, ma’am.”
“Oh, thank you.” I smile.
I take a step back. I’m not used to having others do stuff for me when I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself. It makes me feel useless, and I don’t like that feeling. I’ve always done everything myself.
I fiddle with my purse strap as Benjamin sets my suitcase down on the ground and slides the pull handle up before grabbing my smaller carry-on bag. I sedately walk behind him to the steps leading to the jet. A tall, older gentleman in a black uniform that has several patches on it meets me at the steps. Benjamin continues on with my luggage, handing it over to a man standing by a small hatch close to the back of the jet.