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to get out of the bathroom fast, or my resolve to spend one weekend without fucking her is going to go out the window.

    She shuts the water off and turns to drink me in with those blue eyes of hers. I’m just about putty in her hands right now.
    ‘Angel?’ She smiles sweetly at me, stressing the pet name she has for me.
    ‘Yes?’ My tongue feels thick in my mouth and I can barely get out the response she’s demanding. My dick is rudely straining against the front of my jeans and I want nothing more than to pull them down and thrust my cock inside of her. But I won’t.
    ‘Can you please pass me a towel?’
    ‘No.’ I need air. I turn to leave, but her voice cuts through me like a knife.
    ‘Angel!’ Halting my departure, I turn to see the pained look on her face. I realize my good intentions have come across as a rejection and I hate even for a second that I have caused her upset. Swiftly I cover the space between us and crush my lips to her, reveling in the way she tastes. My tongue finds hers and the fog takes over my brain. Before I am left utterly defenseless, I break away from her.

    She’s breathless from the kiss and those breasts of hers are just begging to be sucked. But I won’t. I’ll be strong, because she means more to me than just a fuck.
    ‘It’s me, not you. I don’t want you thinking I just want you for your body and not what’s in here,’ I say as I place my hand between her breasts, right over where her heart is beating.

    She trembles from my touch and an ‘Oh,’ escapes her lips. I snake her towel from the nearest rack and hand it to her.
    ‘Get dressed. I’m taking you on a road trip.’ Tearing my eyes off her for the second time, I move to leave again. The bathroom door is as far as I get before her voice assaults my senses again. Like sweet honey, it has trickled across the floor and reached me, sticking me to the spot while she commands my attention.
    ‘Will I like where you’re taking me?’ There is mischief there.
    Daring Bailey is my favorite.
    I turn only my head to face her, as if turning my whole body would be a sign that I will never get out of the bathroom un-fucked.
    ‘Oh most definitely,’ I grin, leaving her to dry that deliciously fuckable body of hers.

    CHAPTER TEN - Philly

    We drive north for two and a half hours with nothing but the wind in our hair and music blaring from the car stereo. She holds my hand as I drive one-handed, her fingers swirling around mine, teasing me. It’s almost like she wants to test my resolve, but I’m stubborn as all hell and refuse to give in to her.

    By the time we reach Philadelphia, it’s already one in the afternoon.
    We park near the Fame Art Gallery on Market Street, strolling hand in hand towards the building that is housing the art exhibition.
    Both of us have grins a mile wide on our faces – it is unheard of for us to have any intimate contact in public. I delight in the feel of her hand in mine – fingers entwined just so. She’s mine and I hope it will always be so.

    The next couple of hours we spend like normal couples get to. Not that art is my thing, but I know it makes her happy, so I oblige and try to look interested. To be honest, her perfume is distracting, as is the summer dress that hugs her body in all the right places. I try not to let that show outwardly, acknowledging comments about the art instead. She grins at me mischievously – hell, who am I kidding?

    While Bailey’s attention is held, I spot a souvenir stand in the foyer selling all manner of trinkets. There is the usual junk, but a tray of mood rings grabs my eye. I quickly pull out my wallet and purchase one before joining Bailey at the next exhibit.
    ‘Give me your finger,’ I demand.
    ‘Where would you like it,’ she asks innocently. A comment like that, she literally just knocked the wind out of me.

    Thoughts of her fingering my ass while she sucks my cock suddenly assault my senses. I say nothing, but raise my eyebrows at her.