I love that this woman can be incredibly sexy one minute, and adorably awkward the next. It’s by far one of my favorite things about her.

I stand to zip up my pants.

As a means to distract myself from the visual of Chloe completely naked, my cum leaking out of her, I check my watch. “Marcus will be here in a few minutes.”

“Barrett! Seriously?!”

“Rose packed your bag. All you need to do is get dressed. Something comfortable.” I can’t take my eyes off her full breasts. “And easily removable.”

“Wait, what? Where are we going?” She pulls her underwear and tank top back on.

“You’re getting a stamp in your passport.”

Her eyes widen with excitement.

“Ahh.” She gasps, one hand gripping her chest. “Are we going to Canada?”

“No.”

Her lips twitch. “Then, how are we going to leave the country and still get back for work tomorrow?”

I’m full-on grinning now. Chloe’s eyes narrow.

“Did you seriously call your mom and tell her I won’t be at work tomorrow?”

I walk over and lift her into my arms. She feels so good there.

“Do you trust me? To get on a plane with me and not know where it’s going until we get there?”

She studies my face for a moment before nodding.

“Good. Then get dressed.” I place a final kiss on her lips before lowering her to the ground.

“Oh!” She turns back before she reaches the door. “What about Baxter?”

His head lifts from where he’s been snoozing. Had I forgotten he was here? Should we have had sex with him lying right there? I decide we’ll need to think about that in the future.

The future that is me and Chloe and Baxter all living here. The thought easily surfaces.

“Barrett?” Chloe interrupts my thoughts.

“I’ll take him out now. Rose will be here with him this weekend.”

Chloe smiles. “Okay. I’ll be back shortly.”

When she’s gone, I whistle to get Baxter’s attention. He stands and stretches, then follows me to the front door where I grab his leash.

We take a lap around the block. Baxter does his business and when we get back to our stoop, Marcus is there loading our bags in the car.

After Baxter is settled into his kennel for the night, we leave for the airport.

On the drive, Chloe lays her head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around her. She’s been working as hard as I have, putting in extra hours for the assistant editor position she’s filling in for along with being my mother’s assistant. I know she’s working hard to prove herself in her job and the publishing industry itself, and I hate that I had once threatened to take it all away.

When we arrive on the tarmac, I gently wake Chloe.