"I could. That’s how we work with all our clients that aren’t New York based. It works well, but when our clients run into trouble, they appreciate the personal visit. They feel more looked after if we're there in person."
"Okay."
It wasn't my imagination. She was nervous.
"Mel? What's up? Is something wrong with your dad?”
“No. Why?”
“You seem nervous all of a sudden.”
She took a sip from her drink, then said, "While there, will you be seeing people?"
I frowned. "You mean clients?"
"No. I mean friends and other women... women friends."
I jerked my head back. "You think I'm going to date someone else?"
She looked down at the table. "I don't know. I mean, we've never talked about this."
"Mel," I said sharply. "You're mine, and I'm yours. And I know we didn't plan it this way, but I wouldn't change one fucking thing. Unless you don't want it?" I asked. My spine stiffened at the mere possibility. Had she brought this up because she didn’t want us to be exclusive?
"I do. I just didn’t know what you wanted.”
“You. I want you. That’s all I know.” I reached over the table, covering her hand with mine. "How do you feel when we’re?" I asked her point-blank. Her eyes widened.
"I'm happy," she said simply. "I'm so, so happy, and I'm always looking forward to the next time we're together. I’m sorry. That was silly of me.”
“No it wasn’t. I’m glad we talked about it. Always tell me what’s on your mind, okay?”
“You sure about that? Because I have some dangerous thoughts right now.”
“Tell me.”
She glanced around, then back at me, shaking her head. “No, no. Dinner first.”
I leaned across the table, dropping my voice a bit. “Time for dirty talk?”
She stroked my leg under the table. I had no idea how she could turn me on so fast, but suddenly all I wanted was to be alone with her. No matter how much time I spent with her, I always wanted more.
“No, no,” she said playfully, still stroking my leg.
“This was a bad idea. Should’ve ordered something in.”
“I thought you liked exploring the city with me.”
“I like exploring you even more.”
She sucked in a breath. “Dylan! Stop right there. That flirty tone is a one-way street to dirty talk.”
“Fine. I’ll wait until after dinner. But then we play by my rules, Mel.”
***
After dinner, we decided to spend the night at my place. My flight was early in the morning, and I wanted to enjoy as much time as possible with Mel.
“I believe you can start Operation Flirty, Dylan,” she said the second we were inside the apartment.
I kissed the side of her neck, biting her lightly as I did at the restaurant. I couldn't wait to get her naked. I wanted to show her exactly how deep under my skin she'd gotten, how important she was to me. I wanted to touch her right now. I needed it.
When she bent at the waist to take off her shoes, her hair fell sideways, revealing the back of her neck. I pulled at the bow that was holding her dress together. She straightened up abruptly, and the dress fell under her chest. She turned around, wiggling her shoulders. She was wearing a strapless bra. Reaching to her side, she lowered the zipper slowly, torturing me. The dress fell to the floor. She was in lingerie only now. Her panties were black lace. She turned, and I had a sideways view of her ass as she bent to undo the clasp around her ankles. Fuck, she was sexy.
"I want to do it." I took my time, kissing her thighs, her lower belly, stroking my thumbs up to her ankles before undoing the clasp. Her back arched to push her pelvis slightly into me. After she took her shoes off, I kissed up her body, capturing her mouth. I wanted this woman in a way I never wanted anything else. She laced her arms around my neck. I walked her backward toward the living room. Everything was dark. She stumbled when we stepped on the carpet, and we both burst out laughing.
I put a hand on her waist, steadying her. "Come on. This way." I led her to the bedroom. My cock was pulsing in my jeans almost painfully. I turned on the light on the bedside table. She smiled, touching one of the four posters again.
"This four-poster thing is beyond sexy," she said. She sat on the mattress, making a come-hither motion with her finger. I stopped right in front of her and made to undo the buttons of my shirt, but she slapped my hand before swatting it away. "I'm running the show tonight," she informed me.
I held up my hands in the air. "By all means, do whatever you want with me."
She took off my belt slowly and then started unbuttoning my shirt. She started making her way up to my chest. As soon as all the buttons were open, I took it off, dropping it to the floor. She cocked an eyebrow.
"My show, remember?" she said.
"For now.”
She touched my cock over my jeans. I groaned, pushing my hips forward.
"Fuck. Touch me, Mel. Touch me."
She undid the button of my jeans and the zipper, pushing them down at the same time as my boxers. Before I could even draw in a breath, she took me in her mouth.
"Fuck." I touched her back. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to want to push myself even deeper. I wanted her to take me in at her own pace, as much as she wanted. The feeling was insanely good.
She moved her mouth up and down, wrapping one hand at the base, where she couldn't take me in any more. I dropped my head back, just giving in to the wave of pleasure.
"Babe, this is so good," I said. I kept touching her shoulders, her back, unclasping her bra, and then cupping both her breasts with my hands. I needed to touch her. I was so fucking close to losing it.
Straightening, she looked up at me. A satisfied smile played on her lips.
"I need to be inside you, baby," I said. I opened the drawer of the nightstand, taking out a condom and rolling it on.
"I soaked my panties through," she informed me, taking those off too, slowly, seductively. She parted her legs wide, pushing herself back farther on the bed. I leaned on one knee, pressing two fingers on her clit before sliding them inside and curling them. She bucked her hips, crying out my name.
"Dylan!" she exclaimed sharply as her eyes pinched closed.
I wanted to bring her pleasure and see her on the edge, just as I was. I’d give her so much pleasure tonight that it would last her until I was back. I wanted her to spend every night thinking about me, feeling me inside her as if I'd never left, as if I was still by her side. I pushed her thighs wider apart, putting a pillow underneath her ass until she was at the right angle. I slid in fast, thrusting all the way in.
She cried out, pushing herself up on an elbow, bringing her hand to her clit.
"Fuck," she murmured, touching herself, and the sight blew me away. I moved in and out, alternating between a slow pace and a fast one. When I felt her tighten so much that I knew she was close, I stilled. She kept moving her hand over her clit. I wanted to feel her come like this. She exploded beautifully. There was no sight better than Mel claiming her pleasure. I held her in my arms, watching her thrash around and grow even tighter around me.