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I nodded, aware she was dead serious and wondering if that was a threat. Not that I was opposed.
This was a caring gesture for Shelby, and I was relieved she had friends like this that cared deeply. “I do,” I replied. “I know I was wrong, I was just scared for her and tried to protect her the only way I know. It wasn’t the right way, though. And it will never happen again.”
I hoped they believed me because it was all true. I would never ask Shelby to sacrifice her dreams for me; it wasn’t fair to her.
“I will arrange for someone to drive her belongings to Cambridge and set up her apartment while we spend one last night together. Lin if you’d like, they can set your stuff up there as well.”
Lin and Aubrey exchanged another glance and nodded. Lin said, “Thank you, I’ll take you up on that! Remind me to find a guy like you when I have to move again.”
This lightened the mood, causing all of us to laugh. Thank goodness, the situation could have turned fairly complicated very fast. True to my word, I made a call to my assistant, arranging for Shelby’s things to be taken care of. One last thing to worry about.
When the other two women left, Shelby and I were left there together, silent and just staring into each other’s eyes. I found myself lost in hers, tilting my head and cupping her cheek.
She blushed very deeply, running her tongue slowly over her lips. God, she was beautiful. My breath caught just looking at her.
I could not believe just how lucky I was to have found her, and that she found it in her to forgive me even if I was drowning in guilt over not putting her wishes first.
“Kiss me?” she asked in a hush tone, and I could not help but to oblige. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers, stars practically rushing through my entire body.
I was lost in all of her during that kiss, emotions swirling and skin crackling with chemistry. We eventually had to pull away for air, sadly, and Shelby let out a soft sigh.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I smiled at her, taking her into another hug. “No. Thank you, Shelby.”
I would make it count and see her smile light up the area again. Nothing was too much for her, and I was going to pull out all the stops. I looked at her and smiled. “One last night together,” she sighed and smiled up at me.
One last night together.
*Shelby*
I may have second-guessed myself at first regarding this decision, but that was all down the drain when I got into the jet. The inside was decorated with black leathers, and there was a room with a hot tub in it.
Yes, a hot tub on a jet! Only two passengers could fit, but that was just right for Michael and I. There was a drink cabinet with listings of the most expensive alcohol I’d ever seen. I gawked at the extravagance, taking everything in.
My heart pounded in my chest as I locked eyes with Michael. “This is beautiful,” I breathed, giving a wonderfully bright smile. I threw my arms around him, much to his surprise I’m sure, and hugged him tightly.
I held him there for a moment, burying my face into his chest before pulling away, my cheeks flushing. “Thank you, Michael. I’m so excited,” I said, energy rushing through my veins.
We got settled, sitting together as the jet took off, conscious of safety. When we were given permission to move about the jet, I explored a little, noting every intricate, fancy detail of the place and letting out a sigh.
I felt Michael’s arms wrap around me, and we stood there for a moment, my back to his chest. My eyes closed as I relaxed in his arms, but I felt a certain surge go through my entire body. Between my legs, I felt a little wet as I recalled the first time we were in bed together.
Putting that aside, for now, I broke from his grasp and turned toward him with a smile. “This is wonderful,” I said, leaning up to give him a kiss. He reciprocated, and we stood there tasting one another for just a moment before returning to looking into one another’s eyes again.
“I am very glad you like it. Shall we indulge in drinks and the hot tub?” he asked hopefully. I nodded, and soon we were relaxing in the suite.
We lost most of our clothes to get into the hot tub, leaving me in only my bra and panties and him in boxers. Neither of us could help but look at each other’s bodies appraisingly.
Soon, we were chatting away about aspirations, dreams, and other such fun topics like that.
He was eager to know details here and there regarding my career path. Genuine interest, too, which was amazing. I knew he meant what he said when he spoke with me at the moving truck back in the city.
A few drinks in, and I was feeling a bit frisky. I licked my lips more frequently upon looking at him, eyeing him up and down. The carved muscles of his chest, the curve of his lips, the tightness of his boxers.
He wanted me, and I wanted him. Would it be appropriate in a jet? Would it matter? There were plenty of couches to make love on. I contemplated this dilemma, then looked up into his eyes to check if he was thinking the same thing.
Definitely.
There was a deep longing in his gaze as we stared one another down, our breaths quickening and a wordless agreement was reached. We slowly stood up and began making our way to one of the couches.
Still wet, he sat and I sprawled across his lap, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, taking him into a deep kiss. During this, his hands explored my body, brushing over the most sensitive of areas and causing me to moan into his mouth.
I pulled away, panting as I felt his fingers slip lower and play with my pantyline.
His fingers slipped in, and soon I felt him caressing the sensitive flesh between my legs. I squealed aloud as he slipped one finger in, then another, getting me ready for him. I grew wetter and wetter between my legs, causing me to squeeze them together and me to blush much harder.
I cleared my throat, looking up to see Michael smirk and wink. He added another finger, sending jolts of sheer pleasure ripping through my body.
Letting out a gasp, I moved my body in time to his fingers, zaps of pleasure rushing through me as he continued. He pushed me down onto the couch, kissing me deeply and using his other hand to reach behind me and undo my bra.
From there, he had free reign on my breasts, something he took advantage of by squeezing my right one and running his finger over the tip of my nipple. During this, moans cascaded from my mouth as I jolted beneath his touch, wanting more.
He wasn’t about to deny me that. He slipped my panties off of me and came out of his boxers, and soon we both were bare.
Once he secured a condom and lubricant, he continued to play with me, kissing all over my body until I whined out with wanting.
“More, Michael. Take me, please,” I begged. This pleased him, no doubt, as I saw a smirk play on his lips. He leaned up and nibbled on my earlobe a moment before exhaling slowly.