His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,52

your friends are right, he thought to himself.

“Come back to bed.” Sam’s voice shook him out of his inner struggle. He glanced behind him and she was propped up on the bed with the blanket draped across her legs.

He looked back to the app and saw the woman had started to type more. Connor clicked it off, set the phone on airplane mode, and went back inside.

“What were you doing?” she asked sleepily.

“Watching a couple of people fuck in the ocean,” he said.

“Ew, were you smoking?” she asked and wrinkled her nose.

“When in Monaco,” he said. Connor pulled off his shorts and got into bed with her.

“You didn’t shut the doors,” she said as he kissed her neck.

“So then you might not want to scream too loudly,” he replied. Hell, one more time couldn’t be too terrible, right? He reached up and turned the lamp on.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Sam squinted as her eyes adjusted.

“I just want to see you,” he said. She smiled that sleepy smile at him.

Connor worked his way down her entire body. He memorized every freckle, every curve and every taste. He wanted to remember the exact saltiness of the inside of her elbows, and how the tiny birthmark at her ankle looked vaguely like a horseshoe.

“Am I getting the romantic treatment now?” she asked when he kissed his way back up and lingered at the widest part of her hip.

He didn’t reply. Instead, he moved away and flipped onto his back. “Here,” he said, and gestured to his lips. “Sit here.”

Sam pushed herself up and straddled his face. He had the perfect view as she grasped the bars of the bed frame and started to ride his face.

Her juices began to pour out of her, covering his cheeks and chin. He lapped her up, thirsty for more. From her swollen clit to the pink folds to the sweetness of her opening, he adored every inch of her. You need to remember how she tastes. And how she looks in this moment.

Sam’s hands were clamped tight around the frame. Her breasts bounced just above him. He reached up to caress them and she moaned at his touch. When she looked down at him, her smile was bright enough to burn into his memory, just as he’d wished.

“I used to imagine this,” she said to him. He didn’t remove his tongue from her.

The dim lighting from the lamp complemented her exquisitely. “I’m getting close,” she whispered. He grasped her hips and held her down. When she came in his mouth, he drank her all in.

Exhausted, she fell beside him. “Your turn,” she said as she reached for him.

“No,” he said softly. “It’s all about you tonight.”

“You’re in a generous mood,” she said as she worried her lip. “But I want to.”

“In the morning,” he said gently. They were three of the hardest words he’d ever said.

She didn’t push any farther, but turned her back toward him and spooned against his chest. Connor draped his arm over her and listened as her breathing turned steady in sleep.

He knew he should at least try to get some sleep before the flight tomorrow, but he just couldn’t. Every moment was precious. Instead, he held her tight and watched as the sun rose over the water. At first, it was just a hint of dawn, but it slowly became evident that the day had fully arrived.

And he knew exactly what he had to do.

23

Sam

“Where’s the other plane?” she asked as they boarded the smaller plane painted a midnight black.

“My father needed it, so we have the Piper Matrix,” he said. “And don’t worry, there aren’t any ‘servants’ on board this one. Just us and the pilot.”

She played with her hair and ignored the dig. Sam fell into one of the six seats, worn out from the so-called vacation. Muscles she didn’t know she possessed hurt, and the ache between her legs was constant.

As they took off, she gazed out the window and watched their little slice of paradise disappear. In just a few hours, it would be back to the grind. A Tuesday morning in DC, normally a workday, but with the Fourth of July holiday she’d have an extra day to recover.

Sam looked at Connor next to her and had an idea. “The pilot’s staying in the cockpit, right?” she asked.

“I certainly hope so.” He flipped through the CNN app on his phone.

“Then how about we make use of the truly private flight?” she asked as she traced