Page 52 of One More Night

She appears to think her next question over. “How do you manage that without being noticed?”

“If it’s noticed, we won’t be here anymore.” I haven’t told her this part of the plan. I don’t know how she’d react. I feared she wouldn’t want to leave her family, her friends, but after how she blew her brother off to come here against his wishes… maybe she’ll surprise me?

“Where will you be?”

“We,” I stress, “will be in whatever country you want, baby.”

“You’ll be a fugitive.”

I cross from where I’d been hesitant near the door, and round the desk to her side. “I’ll be happy if you come too.”

“I think you know the answer to that.” She pushes off the desk with one foot, the other still firmly on the timber.

I groan in the back of my throat at the sight of her wet and ready pussy, her legs spread wide as she props a foot on the side of my seat.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

“If I wanted you dead, I’d have other ways of doing it.”

“I never said it was intentional.” I drop to my knees to worship the woman before me. “Do you trust me?”

“Again, I thought that would be obvious.”

Of course. She’s here, after everything we’ve had thrown at us this past week. “I want to play a little.”

“You and your games…”

“You’ll like this one.” I run a finger through her slick folds, relishing the cream that’s left for me to taste when I pop the digit in my mouth.

Her breathing deepens, her tits magnificent in my shirt as her chest heaves. “I have no doubt I will.”

Yes. Perfect.

“But do something for me, too?”

“Anything.” I push two fingers back inside her channel, scouring the office with my gaze for something, anything I can use to fuck her with while I slam that tempting ass again.

“Talk to me while you play, Jordan. Tell me why I should come with you, live a life on the run.”

“Gladly.”

By the time this little game of “How full can I stuff Corinne” is over, she’ll be begging me to board that plane.