The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

Shit. I’m going too far with my demands here.

“Two full nights through the week and one full night and half a day on the weekend.”

I smile. “Half a day.”

“Yes, starting today. I want my half day this morning.”

“Today? Why today?”

“I’m going to go for a run while you go back to sleep. Then I’m coming home, and we are going to shower, and then I’m making you breakfast.”

I smile softly. That sounds really good.

“And then we’re going to come back to bed, and I’m going to fuck you stupid again to get me through another few days without you.” He cups my face in his hand. “Okay?” he asks.

He’s really quite swoony when he’s being nice. I nod as I try to control my goofy smile.

He closes the drapes and then lays me back down and tucks me in and kisses me softly on my temple. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he whispers.

I close my eyes and smile into my pillow, and I hear him leave the apartment.

I roll onto my back and look up at the fancy ceiling.

The man’s a god.

I doze for the next hour and wake as Jameson walks into the bedroom. He’s wet with perspiration and breathing heavily, and I sit up on my elbows as I watch him. “Where the hell did you run to, Antarctica?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, still out of breath.

“You must really run hard, huh?”

He nods as he puts his hands on his hips. “The harder I run, the better the effects.”

“Effects on what?” I frown.

“My stress levels.” He disappears into the bathroom and turns the shower on.

Oh, this is news. He has stress issues? Well, I guess he would. His workload is huge, after all.

“Are you getting in?” he calls.

“Yes,” I call as I amble in. He’s in the shower, and the water is running over his head. His breathing is slowly returning to normal. I get in, and he wraps me in his arms and kisses me softly.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

“Good morning, my Em.” His lips dust mine.

I smile goofily up at him.

“What?”

“I like it when you call me that.”

“You do?” He smiles.

“Your princess Em.” I bat my eyelashes to prove my point.

He chuckles as he picks up the soap and begins to wash me. “I have no doubt that underneath all that snarky Ms. Foster act is a pure sweetheart.”