"Oh, they flip down from up there by the lights and stuff." I nod to the gadgets overhead.
"Bullshit. Those are oxygen masks in there." He peers around a bit more. "There's no way they'd wire fold down monitors, the shit is inefficient."
"That's how it was on the last plane. I don't know, man. Fuck."
He's still shaking his head in disbelief. "You said titties. Oh, I'm gonna be so mad if you made me confront my fears without those latin titties bouncing on Banderas' dick. I swear to Christ, man." He pokes at the air conditioner fans.
"Look, maybe they'll wheel out a monitor or something. It's what it said, okay?"
"Oh, we'll see." He nods his head, as if he plans to punish me severely for my lies.
He's passed the point of funny to socially awkward and unaware. Usually, he would take into account the presence of children and the elderly, but now, it's all fair game.
I spy a man strapping a baby seat to a chair three rows ahead of us and my face hits my palm before I even finish processing what he's doing.
"Look at this shit, Herbert. A baby seat? On a plane? Really?"
"Oh fuck me," I mumble. I know that's not all he has to say.
"Yeah, because a car seat will protect a toddler when you rocket this motherfucker four hundred miles per hour into the side of a mountain."
And we now have the attention of the stewardess. I turn to Tommy, and it's like fire is raging in my cheeks. "Get your shit together, now."
"What?" He feigns as if he has no clue what he's doing is inappropriate.
"Knock off the fucks, shits, dick grabs, titty talk, physics facts." I stare at him and grind my teeth. "All of it!"
"Well, you just went and covered everything didn't you, asshole? I'll just sit here and breathe. Is that okay with you, Herbert?"
"Is there a problem, gentlemen?" The stewardess looms over us, her arms folded as she glares.
"Oh, no problem Ma'am. Why do you ask?" Tommy smiles at her.
She doesn't return the gesture. "We've had several complaints."
I start to speak, and Tommy cuts me off. "About what?" His smile grows wider.
"Sir, I will have you removed if you don't watch your language. Not another word."
"Fine."
She narrows her brow, turns on her heel, and walks away.
"Phew. Thank god."
"Don't wake me up if we crash." Tommy flings his head back into the seat.
"No problem, sweetie."
"Love you, bitch."
"Night, dear."
Tommy reaches over without looking and pats me on the head. "Shh. Sleepy time."
Tommy wakes up as we are landing and grips my forearm. His nails dig into my skin.
"Jesus." I try to yank my arm away, but it's not happening.
"This is it, Herbert. We're gonna die."
"We're fine."
The wheels connect with the ground and Tommy bears down on my arm. I'm on the verge of laughing hysterically at his face. He looks like he might shit his pants and blow a load at the same time.
My chest heaves up and down as I try to contain my laughter. We finally slow down and start to taxi. He's panting his ass off.
His head swivels around to people conducting their business as usual. His eyes light up. "We did it. We made it guys." He high fives the toddler who stands up in the seat across the aisle. "That's what I'm talking about right there."
Tommy turns to me. "So go check in at the hotel?"
"Nope. I have to see her. Now."
QUINN
I RIFLE THROUGH my bag and pull out a stack of packets. They're really just my PowerPoint presentation printed out and stapled. The conference room is surrounded by glass on three sides and the people walking down the halls keep staring at me like I'm an exhibit at the zoo.
I walk around the table and drop a packet where each person will sit. As I turn my back to the door and head down the other side, I hear my name.
"Quinn."
I flip around too fast and nearly face plant, bracing myself on the edge of the table. When I get my shit together, I glance up to see blue eyes, and he flashes me a flawless smile with a set of perfect white teeth.
"Hey there." I pause for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts and my composure. "I didn't get your name last time."
"It's Simon. You okay?" He nods toward the corner of the table that caught me before I fell.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"Good." He starts to head around the table and walk in my direction.
Fuck.
"You haven't responded to the offer we sent over." He cants his head slightly and examines me.
I want to run out of the room. His stare and his eyes have my heart racing.
"I'm still thinking on it. Do you need an answer immediately?" I smooth my black skirt down with my hands.
He grins. "No. I really just wanted an excuse to come see you. I heard you'd be in the office today, talking to some of the managers. I'm sorry. It's inappropriate, I know."
It'd be pretty hot if it weren't for these fucking feels owning my every move. "Look, Simon. You're a nice—"
"Oh boy. C'mon. I can take it." He smiles again, but this time it seems forced.
"I'm getting over someone. And the wounds are still really fresh." I lean over to put my arm where I thought there was a chair, but my arm finds nothing but air and I stumble again. I catch my balance and stand up straight. "Jesus. See? You don't want any part of this. I can't even function."
"It's okay." He pauses. "I had to try, right?"
My face has to be tomato-red, because I can feel the tingling in my cheeks. "You're going to have to go so I can focus. I've got people coming in here soon. But I'll have an answer to you by tomorrow, if that's okay?"
"Tomorrow is fine, Quinn. Take a few days if you need it." He turns and heads toward the door.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
A few hours pass, and I'm standing at the head of the long conference table, flipping through slides on my PowerPoint presentation. My boss's bosses flank both sides of the table, eagerly listening to everything I say.
Butterflies roll through my stomach, but I'm used to speaking in front of people.
There's a commotion near the reception area, and I lose my audience as their heads turn in the direction of the noise. Someone is speaking with a raised voice and it's hard to make out at first but then grows clear.
"You can't go back there. She's in a meeting," says the receptionist.
"Where's the meeting? This way?"
The second voice is familiar. "Just relax lady, shit like this happens every day. No biggie."
As soon as my brain recognizes Tommy's voice, Joel and his sparkling green eyes come around the corner. He sees me and freezes, before opening the door and stepping inside.
Tommy flashes me a toothy grin and waves as I stand there, trembling.
Joel peers around the room, up to me, and then back to Tommy. "Maybe this wasn't the smartest plan." He turns back to me.
Panic mode sets in, and I can't breathe.
Tommy belts out one of those fake coughs to try and mask his words. "Tell her."
Joel fixes his gaze directly on me and starts walking in my direction. I wipe my sweaty palms down my skirt, and my breath hitches each time he gets closer. Heat radiates through my chest and into my face.
"I-I love you. I've been m-miserable without you. Please come home."
My brain completely forgets that there is an audience in the room as I stare into his gorgeous eyes, and perfect hair. Everything he does is wrong though. Coming here. Jeopardizing my job. It's about him, not about me. I tell myself this over and over. My nails dig into my thighs as my eyes start to water. My whole body starts to shake, to the point I don't have control over it any longer.
I glare at him and my eyes blur from the tears, and my makeup has to have painted me like a clown.
"I need you." He takes another step toward me and enters my personal space,
crosses the barrier I've created in my mind to keep him out.
I shove past him and storm out of the office, a hot fucking mess. I head toward the elevator when all the feels hit my chest like a piano falling from a building and crushing me in a bad cartoon.
When I get to the elevator my finger hits the button repeatedly, as hard and as fast as possible and I can't catch my breath. I'm pretty sure I'm about to have a full-blown panic attack as my mind and body try to process a billion different feelings at once.
Finally, the bell dings and the doors open. I step inside and contemplate going back to my room and never coming out of it.
JOEL
LOOKING AROUND THE room, I realize this wasn't the best plan in the world. I couldn't help myself. I needed to see her right then, but I should've waited until she wasn't at work.
One of the gray-headed men at the table is staring at me. I glance over and he smiles. "Son, this is the part where you go after her."
The others at the table grin.
"I'm so sorry for interrupting. I clearly wasn't thinking."
The man next to him points toward the front. "Umm, she went that way."
They all start to laugh, and I hear Tommy chuckle behind me. It takes a minute for everything to sink in. "Right. So I'm just gonna—" I point back toward the entrance and then take off running.
Tommy is on my heels. "Wait for me, Herbert!"
We get to the elevator, and my foot won't stop tapping the ground. Waiting for it is excruciating. Seconds seem like hours.
The door finally opens, and we head down to the lobby. We both sprint out to the front of the building and scan the street looking for her. Nothing.
"Fuck, where'd she go?" I crane my head up, trying to see over the top of everyone walking down the sidewalks.
"Got it! Follow me." Tommy takes off down the road.
What the fuck?
I run after the crazy bastard, trying to keep up. He's holding his phone out in front of his face.
"Where the fuck are we going?"
He's already getting short of breath and can't respond as we come to a stoplight in the middle of downtown. I'm winded too and arch my back, looking up at some of the tall buildings looming over us. Tommy nudges me with his elbow and nods when I look up at him.
I look in that direction and there she is, sitting on a park bench in a little courtyard, her face buried in her palms.
"So I'm just gonna—" I point over in her direction.
"Yep."
I cross the street and walk toward the bench with my hands in my pockets. Quinn is still in the same position, and I hear sniffling as I near.
"I'm an idiot."
Her head lifts up to meet my gaze and black tears are coursing down her cheeks from her mascara. Her eyes are tinged with red. It's like someone is punching me in the stomach repeatedly. I should leave and stop bothering her because all I do is hurt her, but instead I walk over toward the bench.
I sit down and rest my elbows on my knees while running a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry."
She stares at me. I can see it in my peripheral vision, and I sigh.
"You should go." Her words hurt more than the way she looks at me.
"I know. But I just can't."
"What about the other girl? I can't trust you."
"I didn't do anything with her. I swear. Yeah, I went to her house, but I couldn't go through with it." I wipe my hand down my pants. "All I could think about was you."
"No. You always have an answer. You always talk your way out of everything, and I end up getting hurt."
"Look, I swear—"
"Please." She cuts me off, and her face goes back to her hands. "Just go. Please don't make me beg."
"Why do you want me to go so bad?"
"B-because I m-might change my mind."
I should rejoice on the inside, but somehow the words murder me. How did I hurt her so bad? How did I not realize this? I reach over and hug her around the shoulders and pull her head up to my chest.
She reaches around my neck and buries her face into my shoulder and cries. My arms tighten around her, and I snake my fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—" I pause. "I'm sorry."
I run my other hand up and down her back and her whole body is quivering under my touch, but she nestles into me, tears still flowing.
Both of my palms move to her cheeks and I lift her head up to see her eyes, the only eyes in the world that matter to me. I press my lips into hers and hold them there for a second. An electrical charge courses through my entire body, and it's like we're connected to each other again.
Her fingers move to the back of my neck and tease across my nape as her mouth parts. Our tongues intertwine, and she tastes the exact same as the first time I kissed her.
"I missed you so much." Her words barely come out when our mouths part for a second before pressing back together. I lift her up off the park bench without a care for the passers-by who keep turning their heads. I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her from the ground. She lets out a slight squeal as I kiss her again. The buildings rotate in my vision as we twirl around in the small park, my heart thumping so hard it threatens to burst from my chest.
"Atta boy, Herbert!" Tommy's voice rings out from across the street and Quinn puts a palm on each of my cheeks and presses her forehead to mine.
I set her back on her feet and lean down to kiss her once more. I break the kiss and stare into her gorgeous face with streaks of black running down it. "I love you."
She smiles and it turns my legs to jello.
"I love you too."
QUINN
WE BURST THROUGH the door to my hotel room, and I push Joel up against the wall. He nods toward the bed.
"No time." I yank his shirt up over his head and then drag my nails down the ridges of his abs while staring up into his eyes. My fingers work his belt loose, my gaze still fixed on him, and then I reach down into his pants and palm his hard length. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." His eyes roll back as I stroke up to his tip and tease it with my thumb.
"I wasn't talking to you." I yank his pants down and let his cock spring free before I lick down his delicious abs and kiss the lower part of his stomach. His head beats against the wall as I lick the tip and lift his dick up and run my tongue the length of him.
He groans. "Fuck, that feels so good."
"Not as good as this will." I lower him back to my mouth and kiss around the head before taking him all the way to the back of my throat. My cheeks squeeze around his cock as he grows harder.
His fist pounds against the wall and his thighs tense, the light illuminating all of the muscles in his legs. I release him from my mouth to catch my breath. "You like the way I suck your dick, Joel? Take control and show you what you want?"
He fists a handful of my hair. The sting against my scalp allows a coo to escape my lips.
"Did I say you could stop?" He grips my hair tighter and tries to move my head toward his cock. I strain against him, goading him even more. Hot tingles rush into my inner thighs, and my clit is on fire, so much that I might come if he so much as grazes it with part of his body.
I stare up into his eyes, then back to the hard dick resting in my palm in front of my face. A smile forms on my face and then I open my mouth for him. I slap his head on my tongue and his other hand reaches into my hair as well.
"You gonna fuck my mouth, Joel?" I tongue the head of his cock and watch his never ending abs tighten, but hold my head back as he tries to push into my mouth.
He grunts, and his legs tremble. My tongue is his puppet master.
After sufficiently teasing him into a rage of sexual energy, I dive onto his cock and swallow him whole. I nod back and forth on his hard length, sucking my cheeks in to give him the warm, wet friction he needs so desperately. His hands grip tighter in my hair as he pushes himself in and out of my mouth, until I'm finally sitting idle and letting him fuck into the back of my throat.
> My hand slides down over one of my breasts and I palm it, teasing at my nipple. It's not enough for me and I work lower, into my pants over my panties. I circle my clit and moan on his cock, fueling the rhythm of his hips. My eyes start to water from the head of his dick hammering into the back of my throat, and I look up into his eyes.
He's about to lose control, and I want him to. He pulls his cock from my mouth and yanks me back by the hair, so that my head is tilted up to him. "Up!" His word is a sharp command, a bark.
My pussy kicks up a few degrees as I shake my head at him and smile.
"Wrong move." He grips me under the arms, digging his fingers into me and carries me three steps to the bed, before tossing me down on my back. I try to sit up and he grips my wrists and shoves me back to where I was, pinning my arms above my head.
I struggle against him and he drives me into the bed. His chest is against mine, holding me steady as his mouth lingers around my ear, exhaling warm breath down my neck that sends a shudder ripping up my spine. "My turn, you fucking tease."
He sucks down my neck, hovering around the spot between my ear and shoulder that he knows will spread my legs for him. His left hand palms my breast over my shirt and he squeezes hard as my nipple grows tight against his palm. He rolls it between his thumb and index finger and I belt out a moan. His mouth finds the magical place on my neck, and he owns me.
His hard length of cock brushes over my pants on top of my clit and my free hand claws at the sheets. He already has me moaning, and I worry what will escape my lips once he's inside me. I reach back for the sheets above my head as he lifts up from me, his upper body tense as his eyes rake across my body.
If he so much as breathes on my clit I think I'll orgasm instantly. He reaches down and hooks his fingers in my pants at the hips and yanks them off of me. I start to sit up, still wanting to fight against him and he shoves me back down. I squeeze my knees together, trying to goad him.
"Spread your legs." His voice is like gravel, his words a command.
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