Chapter 13
LAYLA
I’m aboard a plane and headed to Miami for a meeting to discuss one of my startups.
I still have another hour to go before the plane lands.
Since I have ample time, I work on putting the finishing touches on my presentation.
I’m confident the team I’m meeting with later today will be interested in what I have to say, the presentation just a necessary side piece.
But, it could make or break it, so I need to make sure it shines.
Lost in thought, my phone buzzes with an incoming text.
Gabe: I miss you already.
Layla: I miss you, too. I’ll be back tomorrow.
Gabe: That’s too long.
Layla: There’s always your hand…
Gabe: True. But it’s just not the same.
Layla: Can’t argue with that. I’m sure you’ll manage.
Gabe: Text me when you land.
Layla: I will.
Gabe:
Layla:
Gabe: Harsh!
Layla:
As soon as our text convo is over, I smile. Gabe is a mature, strong man. Yet he texts me emojis. I just shake my head. He’s such a lovable goof and it’s just another thing I love about him.
Slam dunk. That’s the only way I can describe the outcome of the meeting I was just in.
As I made my presentation, the team ate up every single word I said.
I have no doubt they’ll be sending word to Cora that they want to buy one of my startups.
Feeling pleased, I request a rideshare back to my hotel.
It’s time for a little rest and relaxation and some room service.
I’m happily munching away at my food when my phone buzzes with an incoming text.
Gabe: How’d it go?
Layla: I nailed it!
Gabe: That’s my woman.
Layla: How’d your day go?
Gabe: Good. Spent some time with my kids.
Layla: That’s good.
Gabe: It was. But I’d rather be spending time with you.
Layla:
Gabe: When does your flight land tomorrow?
Layla: Around 11:00 am.
Gabe: I’ll pick you up from the airport.
Layla: You don’t have to do that.
Gabe: I want to.
Layla: Thank you.
Gabe: Of course. I may or may not have ulterior motives…
Layla:
Gabe:
Layla: You poor thing.
Gabe: Stop it…
Layla: What?
Gabe: You know what.
Layla: I didn’t do a thing.
Gabe: Woman…
Layla: Gabe…
Gabe: Baby, you’re pushing it…
Layla:
My phone buzzes with an incoming FaceTime from Gabe.
“Gabe,” I say innocently. I’m no such thing.
“You’re killing me, you know that?” Gabe says, his eyes drinking me in, like he didn’t just see me this morning.
I shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He started it. But I’m just as hot and bothered as he is. Dare I admit that I can’t wait to get back to Chicago and ride him like the stallion he is? I want to. I really, really want to.
“Strip.”
I freeze. Did he just…
“You heard me.”
“Gabe, I…”
“Now.”
Sitting down my fork, I push back my chair and stand. “Right here?” I ask softly, my pussy already weeping from my arousal, excited about what comes next.
“Set your phone down, and get naked,” he tells me, a rustle of clothing in the background.
My palms, already anticipating what comes next, dampen as I unbutton my blouse, exposing the sheer fabric of my bra, showing off my nipples that are already beaded in anticipation.
“Mmm, loving the view already,” Gabe croons softly, his shirt already gone, inches and inches and smooth skin on display. “I love your tits.”
Shrugging out of my shirt, I leave my bra on, just to tease him. Next, I rid myself of my pants, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I look at Gabe, and I can see desire written all over his handsome face. For a second, his eyes close, then snap back open.
“Keep going,” he says, his phone slipping just enough that I can see his arm move up and down.
Clearly, he’s already got this party started on his end. I just need to catch up. Sexy as possible, I slide my fingertips over my arm and up to my bra strap, easing one down, then the other.
“Stop teasing me,” he growls, the sound of him stroking his dick getting louder and louder.
I bat my eyelashes at him and lick my lips, continuing to tease him. I know he secretly loves it. Unhooking my bra, I let it fall away, revealing my nipples which are hard little points.
“Mmm, there they are,” he croons. “Play with your tits.”
Yes, sir. Taking my breasts in each hand, I tweak each nipple, teasing them, pleasure shooting straight to my pussy. My legs falter and I fall back on the bed.
“Touch yourself,” he husks.
Brushing my thumbs over my nipples one last time, I sensually slide my hand down my soft belly and between my legs. My panties still cover my mound, but they’re sheer, just like my bra. They don’t hide much. Stroking a finger over my slit, I shudder.
“Again.”
I do it again and my pussy weeps.
“Pretend it’s me there with you.”
I lay back and slip off my panties, spreading my legs. Gabe now has an unobstructed view.
“Good girl,” he pants. “Now get yourself off.” He grunts, close to his own release.
I slide two fingers through my wetness, then push them inside. “Gabe,” I moan softly, channeling them in and out. As we pleasure ourselves, I can hear his breathing rapidly increase.
“Come, Layla. Before I do.”
Hooking my fingers, I find my magic spot and rub, and BOOM! My orgasm barrels into me like a freight train. “Gabe!” I grunt, my pussy fluttering around my fingers as I come. I’m breathing hard as my legs spasm.
“Fuck!” I hear Gabe grunt, tugging his dick as he orgasms, finishing himself off.
Using an elbow, I sit up and gaze at Gabe. His eyes are closed and his abs are clenched, his breathing erratic. Glancing down at his hand, he’s grasping his dick, cum spilling over fingers. He looks damn good like that.
His eyes flutter open and he stares at me, but doesn’t say anything.
“Hi,” I murmur.
“Hi,” he murmurs back.
For the longest time, we don’t say anything. We just soak in the moment of bliss. But eventually, reality seeps back in.
“That was…” he says, sitting up.
“Incredible,” I finish for him.
He nods. “You good?”
I smile. I’m better than good. I’m terrific.
“Mmmhmm.”
“I wish I were there. I’d clean you up, just to dirty you all over again,” he all but growls.
Damn the man. I wish he were here, too. “We can’t always get what we want,” I tease.
He smiles. “Touché.”
I smile back. “Same time tomorrow?” I joke.
He flat out growls this time. “Hell yes!”
“It’s a date.” I know Gabe will be punctual, as usual. “Bye, Gabe. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I blow him a kiss as I end our little video tryst. I can’t wait to get back to Chicago.