His Next Trick

But I have something way more important to claim before I officially fire them all.

I only stop to get enough cash from the hotel safe in the manager's office to make sure Penelope and I have a nice road trip.

And plenty of change for whatever might happen afterward.

I hear her gasp as the wads of crisp bills are passed over the counter, and I remind the hotel staff to say nothing about seeing me or my leaving again.

My limo driver from the other night, John is waiting for us, pulling up out front once he spots us leaving the hotel.

“You’re right, Mr. Masters. I don’t think the limo would like a trip into the woods, but you’re more than welcome to use my truck,” he says once we climb in.

I like the sounds of that, but is it fit for my queen?

“You can see for yourself.” John shrugs when I quiz him, offering to drive us the short distance to check it out.

He’s parked where the limo lives when he’s not driving it. A downtown lot, underground parking garage filled with limos and their drivers’ cars.

“I was gonna head off fishing’ this weekend, but if you only need a car for a few days, you’re welcome to it,” he says.

It’s an offer too good not to consider, and once we pull up I can see it’s not a jalopy.

It’s a solid truck, in good almost brand new condition, and fully insured, John informs me.

“How much?” I ask John, reaching for a wad of cash. Ignoring his protests.

“I trust ya, Mr. Masters. Somethin’ tells me you just wanna get away for a day or two?” He smiles, giving Penelope a knowing look, making my throat itch so much I have to clear it.

“Well, for your trouble and time at least,” I insist, thrusting more than the truck’s value into his hand.

“Tell the limo company we’ve booked you solid for two days. Go have yourself a day or two off,” I tell him.

He’s speechless but grateful. And with the knowledge I’ve helped him beyond words, Penelope and I are on our way.

In no time we’re heading towards a freeway exit, Penelope searching the web for an outdoors supply store on the way to who knows where.

I’m glad to finally feel some fresh air on my face, and my girl by my side.

I’m only sure of one thing right now, we’re going as far away as we can get in a day and I’m gonna claim Penelope as mine, as well as decide my next best move regarding, well… everything.

My whole life has changed since meeting Penelope, so some big decisions and changes have to be made.

First things first.

“Where are we actually headed?” Penelope asks, letting me know there’s an outdoors supplier a few miles ahead.

“That’s a good place to start.” I smile, and before too long we’ve loaded up with a ton of supplies and a sleeping bag big enough for us both.

“No tent?” Penelope muses as I load the truck.

“Under the stars is where you belong,” I tell her.

Underneath this star at least.

I drive us as far from civilization as daylight and gas allow, finding the perfect spot where the woods meet a river bend and not a soul for miles.

I’ve got a fire lit and blankets from the truck laid out in no time, Penelope begging to be told to do something, but I want her to relax.

This is her special night and I want things just perfect.

“You never did get that shower,” she muses aloud, making me wonder aloud if I smell bad.

“That’s not what I meant,” she replies swiftly, eyeing the bend in the river.

Asking me if I’m as strong a swimmer as I am everywhere else.

“I almost drowned in a fish tank last night looking at you,” I chuckle, already loosening my belt.

Flicking off my boots.

“You wanna skinny-dip?” I ask, already deciding that’s what I need more than a shower.

I need her right now too.

Penelope flushes out of habit, but looking around and after I assure her there’s no one for miles she stands.

Once I slip my shirt off, she makes a bee-line for me, hugs me tightly, and runs her hands over my chest and abs.

My jeans instantly grow tight around my zipper, and she lets me know she’s already plenty wet.

No water required.

“You a strong swimmer?” I ask, echoing her original question between kisses. Our bodies pressed so close I can feel just how ready she is for me.

“I think I could manage some backstroke.” She shivers.

“And I could show you my breaststroke,” I groan, cupping her breasts as we kiss like it’s our first all over again.

“Let me,” she whispers when I struggle to get her out of her clothes.

I can escape from almost anything, pick any lock, but do you think I can free her tits fast enough?