Novel Square
31
I had the time now.
There were photos of her with friends, but most were solo shots. There were ones of her in a bikini at the beach, posing in dresses with sunsets in the background, at clubs and restaurants. My favorites were the ones where she was cozy in her apartment, the faraway look in her eyes telling me she was fantasizing.
About me.
No wonder I hadn’t checked her account before. It was dangerous as hell.
Just as fucking dangerous as it was to text her, yet I found myself pulling up the last message we’d exchanged, my thumbs hitting the keys.
Me: You’re so fucking hot.
Jo: Sounds like someone’s missed me. Are you a Marlins fan?
Me: Nah, I’m just a Jo fan.
Jo: Does that earn me rope? Or maybe handcuffs this time?
My cock started to fucking throb inside my suit, my hard-on grinding against my zipper. I shifted my boxer briefs, making more room for my dick so it wouldn’t bust through my pants.
Me: Don’t fucking tease me. I’ll send a plane for you right now.
Jo: You can’t have me. I’m headed to the Bahamas tomorrow night for my birthday.
Me: Your birthday? You didn’t tell me …
Jo: I’m telling you now. Now, be a good boy and wish me a happy 22nd.
Twenty-two.
I didn’t know, nor had she mentioned it to me while I was in Miami.
The time on my phone showed it was a quarter past eleven. My meeting with Walter was at eight tomorrow morning. If I got on the plane now, it would be tight, but I would have just enough time to wish her a happy birthday in person and then fly back to LA to make the meeting.
I pulled up my Favorites and hit my assistant’s name, listening to her answer after the second ring.
“Val, I need the plane.”
“Okay, hang on one second. Let me call the pilot.”
The sound of her voice told me I’d woken her. But it didn’t matter; this job was twenty-four/seven, and she got paid a hefty sum to always be available for me, knowing to expect my calls at all hours.
“Jenner?” She didn’t wait for me to reply before she continued, “There’s a problem. Your parents are on the plane as we speak, flying to Brazil.”
“They’re flying … where?” I raked my hand through my hair, trying to remember if they’d told me about this trip. “Oh fuck, that’s right.”
“Should I reach out to the private airlines and see if they have a plane available or look for a commercial flight?”
I was far too drunk to fuck with anything commercial, and finding another private jet could take hours-time I didn’t have.
“Change of plans,” I told her. “I need you to shop for a gift instead. It’s for a woman, a twenty-second birthday. I’ll text you the name and address.”
“Do you have a preference on the type of gift?”
I stared out the window as Steven began the hike up the Hollywood Hills. “Something beautiful, something she won’t forget.”
“What’s my budget?”
I sighed. “You don’t have one. Make it memorable, Val.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
“I’m on it.”
I thanked her and disconnected the call and pulled up Jo’s message.
Me: For the record, I just tried to fly there, so I could say those words to you in person. My parents took the jet overseas, or I’d be on my way right now.
Jo: Don’t tease me, Jenner.
Me: Would you want me for your birthday?
Jo: In ways you couldn’t possibly understand.
This girl did something to my cock. She taunted it, teased it; she made me want to fucking pound her in ways she couldn’t possibly understand.
Seven days since I’d seen her, and even though I’d been swamped with work, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her body.
The only thing I wanted in this moment was to tie her to my bed and rip off that jersey with my teeth, kiss my way up those beautiful legs, and bury my mouth between them.
I wanted to rub my nose across her pussy.
I wanted her scent all over my fucking face.
I wanted her wetness in my beard and on my lips, tasting her every time I licked them.
I wanted to devour her.
I wanted to fucking savor her …
Me: I think you’re wrong about that …
Me: Have a good birthday, gorgeous. Celebrate your ass off, but not too hard-you know how much I love that fucking ass. This moment only comes around once, so enjoy it.
Jo: Thank you.