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kisses me. I push away any feelings of concern. I still have him a little longer. I want to savor every last minute that he's here.
    I watch him get dressed. He's slow about it, putting on a show for me. He steps into his boxers, making a point of stretching his arms over his head. He smirks as I take in every inch of him, every perfect inch. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you don't need to put this image in your spank bank. I'm happy to send you pictures."
    "My spank bank?"
    "Don't you think about me when you touch yourself?"
    "Oh. Sometimes."
    His lips curl into a smile. "Don't tell me you're shy now."
    "I'm going to miss you," I say.
    "I'll be back before you know it." I pull him onto the bed and kiss him hard. My hands are at his jeans, on his button. But he stops me. "I wish I could."
    "You could stay."
    "You'd be okay with that?"
    "No," I say. "I'd hate myself for making you quit your job."
    "I would if you asked."
    "I know," I say. "That's why I'm not asking."
    He offers my bra but I shake my head.
    "No underwear."
    "That's just cruel," he says. He watches as I slip my dress over my head, practically licking his lips. "That's all I'm going to think about the entire flight."
    "I can't believe you've got anything left in you." I pull him close, enveloping him in a hug. His arms are so safe, so warm, so Goddamn comfortable.
    "I love you," he says. "More than anything."
    "I love you too."
    For a minute, I feel like everything is going to be okay.
    But then we're in the hallway. Then the elevator. Then we're on the street, hailing a cab. He's kissing me good-bye, a long, sweet kiss. Then he's in the cab, and it turns a corner, and I'm standing on a street corner all alone.
    I'm in New York City all alone.
    And soon he'll be three thousand miles away.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
    Luke
     
    The next few days are awful. Work consumes me, and I barely have time to call Alyssa to wish her goodnight. The three-hour time difference isn't doing me any favors.
    She calls late one night, late her time anyway. I'm still at work, but I answer without hesitation.
    I answer. "Hey."
    "Hey yourself."
    "How is everything?"
    "I'm too tired to talk much right now," she says. "But I can't wait anymore."
    "Miss Summers, you're being awfully mysterious."
    She laughs. "I got you something. It's in my room, under my bed." She yawns. "And now I'm too damn tired to think. So I'm going to fall asleep picturing you with the present."
    So it's a sexy present.
    "What if I'm desperate to talk to you after I find it?"
    "I guess you'll have to stay desperate."
    ***
    It feels wrong entering Alyssa's room, even though she gave me explicit permission. But there's no way I can resist this kind of promise.
    Under the bed there's a small gift. I pull the wrapping off. It's a gourmet honey set, and there's a card attached that reads "think of me when you're licking your lips."
    I turn the card over and there's another message. "Check the iPad. There's a new folder. You'll find it very interesting. Very, very interesting."
    Damn. Where did I leave the iPad? On the couch. It's sitting in the middle of the couch, its glass screen as innocent as could be.
    I unlock the screen and open the pictures application. Sure enough, there is a new folder. Alyssa's Special Secret Folder to be Opened Only by Luke.
    My fingers hover over the screen, my tongue sliding over my lips.
    This is going to be good.
    It's better than I imagined. Pictures of Alyssa. A slide show of sorts. She starts off fully clothed but loses layer after layer until it's just her in lingerie--the most gorgeous black lace lingerie I've ever seen. It hugs her body beautifully, barely covering her chest or ass.
    But this isn't it. This is only photo fifteen of a fifty-photo set.
    My blood flows to my cock. There are thirty-five more pictures of my gorgeous girlfriend. They are here for me to savor at my leisure. It almost feels wrong how lucky I am.
    And these