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Although I lie perfectly still, it's as if she can sense my brain waking and her eyes flutter open. When I see her caramel eyes staring back at me, I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face or resist kissing the top of her brunette head. "Good morning."

"Why, yes—it is a very good morning indeed. And it'll get even better if you'll give me a second in the bathroom."

She gives me a quick kiss on the mouth and I think she's going to jump up for the bathroom but she doesn't. Instead, she strokes her hand along my jawline. "I've missed feeling the roughness of your face against my skin in the mornings, but this is even better than before."

That's all it takes for me, reminded of our early morning naughties, to get ready for what I want to do to her. "Don't linger in the bathroom for long or I'll come in after you."

She has that look in her eye—a challenge—daring me. "You wouldn't."

I grab her hand and bring it down to wrap around my c**k so she can feel how hard it is for her. "You better believe I'll be busting through that door in two minutes if you don't have your sweet arse back out here."

"Then maybe I need to work on this before I get out of bed."

She slides up and over until she's on top of me. I feel her warm breath beneath my ear where she's kissing my neck. "Do you like it when my mouth is on your neck right here?"

"Yes." And I do because she knows exactly how to hit that sensitive spot with her tongue.

"Good. I like it too."

She takes her time migrating down my body and stops when her mouth is in the center of my stomach. She scrapes her nails down my chest until she reaches the small patch of hair below my belly button. "Do you like my tongue here?"

"Yes," I hiss through gritted teeth because her fingers have wandered over to the ticklish spot on each side of my groin. She flattens her tongue against my stomach and drags it in one slow, upward motion and then drags her fingernails down through my happy trail. "But this isn't really where you want my mouth right now, is it?"

"No." It definitely is not the place I'm craving her lips most.

"Tell me where you want my mouth."

I reach for my c**k and stroke it under her chin in a come hither motion. "Baby, I'm dying for it to be all over this."

"Please don't die. You wouldn't get to enjoy this if you did," she says. A naughty grin spreads across her face as she goes down.

I feel her tongue sweeping over my tip and my body shudders involuntarily. I think I've grown more sensitive to the feel of her wet tongue while we've been apart. "Baby, that feels so damn good."

The curtains are pulled closed but there's a crack where they meet, allowing the proof of morning into the room. The daylight peeking through illuminates the room just enough for me to be able to see Laurelyn and the motions of what she's doing—sort of.

Her hair has fallen forward, blocking my view, so I reach down and gather her long brown locks into a fisted ponytail on the back of her head. Mmm. That's a beautiful sight.

I hold her hair in one hand and massage the back of her neck with my other while she performs what can only be described as an oral pole dance on my cock. That's my girl. Her body slides up, down, and around in a beautifully sexy way on a pole; her mouth does the same during a blowjob.

"You don't have a clue how f**king hot you look when you're doing that." She lifts her eyes and makes contact with mine. And that winds it up for me. I'm a goner. "I'm about to come," I warn her in case she doesn't want me to go in her mouth. But just like always, she keeps going. "Fuck," I groan as I release. "You give amazing head."

When she's finished, she inches up my body and makes a show of licking her lips. I can't resist asking, "Still tastes like chicken?"

"I don't know. You tell me," she laughs as she begins kissing my mouth. When she stops, she pulls back. "What do you think?"

"Hmm. I think I'd go with chicken cordon bleu."

"Funny…I was thinking jerk."

"Heeey!"

"Just kidding," she says as she leans in for a quick kiss. "Be right back."

I put my hands behind my head and my eyes soak up every inch of Laurelyn's beautiful naked body as she leaves the bed. I don't know how I'm lucky enough to love this beautiful woman and have her love me back. I never dreamed something so wonderful could be possible.

I'm in the middle of enjoying my euphoria when I hear a sound that doesn't belong to my phone, so I can only assume it's Laurelyn's. It's six o'clock and now I'm the one wondering who would be contacting her at this time of morning.

I admit I debate grabbing her phone from the nightstand to see who it is and what it says, but I don't. Instead I tell her about it when she returns to bed. She doesn't hesitate in reaching for it. She chews her bottom lip as she reads it and I remember that being something she did when she was perplexed.

"It's from Charlie." Great. Another man who's going to try to come between me and this woman I love. "He says the bus is leaving at eight instead of nine."

Suddenly, there's a huge elephant sitting in the bed between us. We both know the bus leaving means it will take her away from me. We're finally together after all this time and we've admitted how much we love each other, but there are all these complications we haven't had time to discuss. We have completely different lives, with so much distance between, and I have to wonder where I fit into all this.

There's one thing I know for certain. "I just found you and I'm not ready to let you go."

She tosses her phone on the bed. "I don't want to go, either, but I don't have a choice. We have a show in Austin tonight and the band is depending on me."

I rack my brain for a solution, even if it's only a temporary one. "You don't have to ride with them. I'll hire a driver with a limo to get us where you need to be."

She doesn't hesitate. "Okay, but all my stuff is on the bus. I need clothes, so I have to run down there before it leaves."

"Sure. How far is Austin from Dallas?"

"Umm…probably three hours or so," she says.

"And what time is your show?"

"I think it's at eight." She picks up her phone and then confirms, "Yeah. Eight o'clock."

I'm doing the math in my head. "You have a show in fourteen hours and it's a three-hour drive to get you there. I should probably factor in an hour for you to get ready and another hour for you to be there early. If I give you thirty minutes to get down to the bus and back, that should give us at least seven hours in this hotel suite before we have to leave."


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