Late Night Kisses

“Nothing except being on call for emergencies.” I opened my eyes. “You?”

“My sister and I are hosting our parents for a few days. We’re going to go ice skating, spend a night walking down Christmas Tree Lane, and have a huge holiday dinner at my place.” She looked at me. “You’re more than welcome to join us for any of it. Your brother can come, too.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for me to meet your parents?”

“Well, no, I—” She blushed. “I didn’t mean it in that way, I meant if you didn’t have any plans … And I would introduce you to them as my friend.”

“Hmmm. I’ll consider that.” I rubbed my hands against her bare back. “Since I’ll be working during the holiday, my brother and I are going on a vacation to New York to see some old friends for a few days this weekend.” I looked into her eyes. “You’re more than welcome to come.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for me to meet the people in your life?” She mocked me.

“No.” I smiled. “I’d rather introduce you as my girlfriend, but since you’ve already called me your ‘friend’, I think we might have our first problem …”

“I’d love to go,” she said. “What do I need to bring?”

“Nothing that we can’t discuss later.” I sat up slowly and moved off the bed, grabbing her hand. “It’s time to pick up where we left off.”

I led her over to the lounge area that faced the panoramic windows. Pushing her against the glass, I reached down, untied her red-bowed panties, letting them fall to the floor.

“Do you want me to start it now or later?” I asked, kissing her lips.

“Start what?”

“Recording,” I said, pointing to where her phone was propped up in the corner. “I believe someone’s wish was wanting some of the sex to be recorded, so she could watch it over and over again.”

Her face turned bright red, and she looked speechless.

“So,” I said, gently slapping her ass. “I’m about to fuck you against these windows. Then I’m going to sit in that chair and tell you to sit on my face, so that I can give your pussy another round of late night kisses.” I looked into her eyes. “Which part do you want to record?”

“All of it.”

ALMOND CHERRY “CAN’T TRUST YOU” FUDGE

2 cups semisweet chocolate chips

1 can sweetened condensed milk

½ cup chopped almonds

½ cup red candied cherries, chopped

1 teaspoon almond extract

NATHAN

THE FOLLOWING WEEKEND, I stood near the windows of Cedar Falls’ private airport and waited for Christina to arrive.

Since checking out of the hotel, we’d spent the past couple of nights talking on the phone until sunrise. Although she initially agreed to come on this trip with me, she said she wouldn’t know for sure if she could come until the day of, since she’d received a rush of last minute orders.

Still, I felt that something was off. She hadn’t responded to a single one of my calls or texts today.

“Boarding starts in twenty minutes.” My brother stepped in front of me and tapped his watch. “And we still have to get through security.”

“We’re taking your private jet.”

“I know.” He laughed. “It was a joke.”

“It wasn’t funny,” I said. “Should I drive by her bakery and see what’s going on?”

“Oh, yeah. Go ahead and make that hour and a half drive and make us miss this trip we’ve been planning for months.”

“Private planes don’t have schedules.”

“No, but they do have to fly in good weather.” He looked up at the sky. “A storm is due to roll in over the next two hours, so the quicker we can fly out, the better.” He placed his hands on my shoulders. “If it makes you feel any better, when I drove by her bakery today, the line was wrapped around the block. She also told you last night that she may not be able to make it. I think everything is okay.”

My brother saying, “Everything is okay” all but confirmed that it wasn’t. The line was wrapped around the block the day before and she’d still texted me back. She even asked me to join her on her lunch break.

Hmmm.

“You just met this woman.” My brother stepped back. “I know you think she’s all types of wonderful and shit, but maybe, just maybe you were moving too fast? Maybe she’s trying to slow things down a bit, or maybe the sex wasn’t as good as you thought it was?” He shrugged, laughing. “It happens to the best of us.”

“Why are you still talking?”

“I’m just saying; she clearly can’t come with us this weekend.” He motioned for one of the flight crew to get our bags. “She’ll probably be able to come the next time. Either that, or she’s ghosting you.”

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure something came up.”