Saxon(43)

“I kind of like you too,” she says in a sleepy voice.

I smile into her hair. “I’m thankful for that babe.”

“You love me,” she whispers. “Like, a lot.”

My body shakes with laughter. “You got that, did you? Good.”

“I think you’re just addicted to my *,” she replies in a smug tone.

“You have a dirty mouth.”

And I love it.

“I know. You love it,” she says. I roll over on top of her and slide my thigh between her legs.

“I have to leave tomorrow,” I whisper.

“I know,” she replies softly, her eyes scanning over my face. “At least I get to have you for the night. I don’t want to sleep because I can always sleep when you leave.”

“I can sleep on the plane,” I tell her.

Fuck sleep.

I’d rather have those extra hours spent with her.

“I think we should order some food in because I don’t feel like venturing out tonight,” she says.

I nod. “Sounds perfect. Chinese?”

“Sounds good to me,” she replies.

“I know you like the Tom Yum soup.”

She orders it every time.

“I do,” she purrs. “But first how about you Tom Yum my soup.”

I can’t stop chuckling. “You did not just say that.”

“I believe I did,” she replies, unashamed. “I want you. Inside me. Hard. Now.”

Who am I to deny my woman?

“You’re demanding, you know that?” I say in a deep, husky tone.

“You have a pretty cock, do you know that?” she replies. “Saxon Senior is a f*cking champion.”

Laughter ensues.

From me at least.

“Fuck I love you,” I say, cupping her face with my palm. “No, really. You’re just something else.”

“Less talking more sex,” she replies but can’t hide the gentle look that enters her eyes.

“We’ll have sex when I’m good and ready,” I tell her in a mock stern voice.

“Is that right? Hmmm.”

She slips down under the sheets and strokes me, taking matters into her own hands.

Literally.

“Ahhh, f*ck,” I grit out when her sweet, wet mouth envelopes me.

I forget the world around me.

All I see and feel is her.





Chapter Twenty Nine

Tenielle

The next day, he leaves.

I throw myself into work, taking on as many cases as I can and working overtime. We video chat every chance we can get, but it still sucks. Tonight I’m going out to dinner with Layla for some girl talk. It sucks not having Lexi here, either, or Ryder. I’ve not only lost Saxon, but everyone in my inner circle.

I’m kind of a loner.

Taryn knocks on my door making my day even worse. “Come in.”

When I see her walk in with the hugest bouquet of flowers I’ve ever seen, my mood vastly improves. She sets them down on my table and walks out without a word. Must still be upset about that red slushy I accidentally spilt on her crisp white shirt yesterday.

Ooops.

I pull out the card first.



Tee,

No man ever missed a woman as much as I miss you.

Thinking of you always.

Saxon.

P.S. I know you said you don’t like flowers because they die—that’s why a new bouquet will be sent to you every few days.

I love that even from overseas he still puts in the effort to let me know how special I am to him and that he’s thinking of me. I stand up and smell the orchids, taking a photo of them to send to Saxon with a thank you.

The rest of the day passes uneventfully and soon I’m off to meet Layla. I consider going home to change, but I think my black tailored pants and tight white shirt will make do for dinner.

“Hey sis,” she says in welcome, standing up from the table she was sitting at to give me a hug.

“Hey,” I tell her. “How have you been?”

We sit down and order drinks before she replies. “Wonderful. Kovu is a part of the family, we all love him so much. Thank you for getting him for me. It was the best gift ever.”

I smirk. “Even Chase?”

“Yeah although he won’t admit it,” she replies, lips quirking. “How’s work?”

“Same old. Working on a really tough case right now and I’ve been stressing out,” I admit, pulling a black band off my wrist to tie up my hair in a messy bun.

“You usually handle pressure well,” she says, tilting her head to the side.

I nod at that. “I know, and I am handling it, it’s just a little harder.”

“You miss Saxon.”

It’s a statement, not a question.

“Yeah I do,” I grumble. “I’ve become one of those women.”

“Absolutely nothing wrong with loving someone,” she replies in a casual tone. “It’s one of the greatest gifts, in fact.”

I give her a pointed look.

She shrugs. “It’s the truth.”

“I haven’t even been out in so long,” I say. “I’ve been sitting on my ass watching every season of Pit bulls and Parolees and Say Yes to the Dress.”