Kim opened up the truck and handed me our suitcases, then passed me the shoulder bag Kathleen had brought along. Throwing it over my shoulder and gripping the two suitcases, I gave him a small nod, which he reciprocated without a word.
I turned around, my gaze immediately drawn to my queen—my Kathleen—standing in front of the plane, looking completely gobsmacked. A smirk tugged at my lips as I strode toward her, letting her feel the heat of my body against her back before I leaned in just enough to whisper in her ear.
"Whenever you’re ready, my queen," I murmured, my voice low but sure, steady.
I had just f****d her in the backseat of my car, and yet, I already craved her again. There was no getting enough of her—no moment where the hunger eased. Only a deep, burning desire to make her
