“We are here to empty our deposit box,” he says. He hands over his identification and I watch him. He’s different. Harder, yet softer, if that makes sense. His body has changed from all of his weight sessions and now, when I look at him, I only see the Stace that I am in love with. The beautiful man who saved me, both physically and mentally. My attention goes to the little puppy as he grabs his lead in his mouth and pulls backwards as hard as he can. I smile as we play tug of war with his lead and he lets out a squeaky little bark again.
I have a puppy.
We follow the guard down to our locker and Stace hands me the key. I open the box and his lips drop to the back of my neck as his hands skim up and down my body.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers.
Goosebumps scatter up my arms. I turn and kiss him over my shoulder.
I love this man. I love the meaning and the sense of belonging he has brought to my life.
He kisses me again and I turn in his arms, and we forget where we are once more.
The lead gets pulled from Stace’s hand and our little friend runs around our feet. He fake growls and barks in his squeaky little voice.
“Just get them and we can go.” He smiles as he bends to pick him up again. Our puppy fights and wrestles, clearly he thinks this is playtime.
I open the locker and see the tied sock sitting inside. I smile broadly and Stace shakes his head in amazement.
We got away with it.
When I first got to Bogota, Stace didn’t want me to come here alone in case it put me in danger. I had enough money and, after thinking on it for a while, decided to wait for him. We will face the challenges together as they come up.
We walk out of the building and flag a cab.
“Hello.” I smile as we climb in. I slide over to give my two companions room.
“Can you take us to the lower mountains, please?” I ask.
He nods and turns as he pulls out into the traffic.
Staces hand goes straight to my thigh and he slowly slides it under my skirt. His lips drop to my neck, his fingers subtly slide up and up and then slowly circle over my sex.
“I need you,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait until we get home.”
My eyes close as my arousal hits new levels. How could I have thought that the chemistry might be gone between us?
It’s explosive.
“How do you feel?” he whispers. “Show me how you feel.” He lifts my leg and hooks it over his so I am effectively half sitting on his lap.
Oh shit. I hold my breath as his fingers slip underneath the side of my panties. He slides the back of his fingers through my wet flesh. He hisses in approval into my ear and readjusts himself as he opens my legs further.
Fucking hell. We are in a damn cab.
“Open,” he whispers.
I can hardly keep my eyes open, I’m so aroused. “Stace,” I breathe onto his open lips. “Just wait.”
“I can’t.”
He pushes forward and slides a finger into me and we both nearly convulse. Two years is a long time to go without each other’s touch.
His breath quivers as he slowly slides his finger out and then back in. His open lips are on the side of my neck. My eyes stay firmly fixed on the rear view mirror. Thankfully the driver hasn’t looked our way at all. He has headphones in.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, unable to speak as his magical fingers slide in slowly again.