Eight
Nathan
The next morning, Celeste sits on my lap as we drink some coffee, trying to wake up. I wouldn’t trade last night for anything. I spent the night buried inside her, fucking her over and over again, all night long. As wonderful as it was, we are both utterly exhausted due to lack of sleep.
My secretary calls with my schedule, reminding me about my meeting in Las Vegas this afternoon. It’s really inconvenient, but it needs to be done. I quickly tell Celeste about it.
Her shoulders droop and she gets up off my lap. “Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll just go home. Have fun.”
I pull her back down, letting her feel the effect she has on my cock, despite how many times I’ve come in the last twenty-four hours. I kiss her soundly. “I only have the one meeting. How about you come with me?”
Her smile is blinding. “Really? I’ve never been to Las Vegas before. That could be fun.”
“You have no idea, sweetheart.”