Zade
The rest of the four-hour flight to Carlsbad goes without a hitch. Meaning, no more probing questions, thankfully. Not even half an hour with her, and she was already gleefully slicing me open with her words. It only made me want to retaliate, but physically. I want her naked and squirming while I drive her mad with my mouth. And from the pink flush in her skin, she wanted me too.
The flush that I notice as she passes by me to disembark the plane, is still on her skin.
For f**k’s sake, has she got me on replay in her head or something?
Sapphire refused to give any more details about her home apart from saying it’s half an hour from Carlsbad airport, so of course, she drives while I sit stiffly in the passenger seat of the rented Impala. Apparently, the Mercedes I had waiting for u
