She has on bright-red lipstick, and it’s gotten smeared around her lips from my cock dragging in and out of her mouth. The sight only ratchets up my need.

“Kenz, I’m gonna come,” I tell her because I’m nothing if not a gentleman.

She stops bobbing her head and stills, letting me fuck her mouth for all I’m worth. And when she doesn’t pull away at my warning, I let myself spill down the back of her throat, holding myself there for a few beats until it feels as if I’ve emptied my soul into this woman.

She takes it all, swallowing my cum and meeting my gaze for every second of it.

“Jesus,” I pant, pushing a hand through my hair.

“You like?” She arches an eyebrow in a sexy way.

“Come here.” I tug her by her upper arms so she’s sitting on my lap. “More than like.” I kiss her.

I wonder briefly if she’s figured out that I was talking about more than just her ability to give me head.

Once we’ve cleaned up and had some breakfast in our room, I present all the options to Kenzie as to how we can spend our day.

She opts for the horse-drawn carriage ride because apparently, it’s something she’s always wanted to do. When I ask her why she’s never done one of the rides they offer in Central Park, she tells me she doesn’t think those horses are taken care of properly. But out here in the country, she feels comfortable that the horses have better accommodations and don’t have to work all day long, dragging around tourists.

Like most things, she’s very passionate about it, and I really have no idea, so I just smile and nod.

We’re about to leave the room when her phone rings. She pulls it out of her coat pocket and looks at the screen, then worries her lip.

“Who is it?” I ask.

She looks at me. “My brother. Maybe I should let it go to voice mail.”

“He’s probably calling to wish you a happy birthday. You should answer it.”

She hesitates, then answers the call. “Hello? Oh hey… Thank you… Not much, probably just go for dinner and drinks with Tessa.” She widens her eyes at me because he’s clearly asking what she’s doing for her birthday. “Oh, that’s so nice, but I have so much work to do tomorrow and I’m not sure what time I’ll be done… Yeah, I have a couple of events coming up next week… Okay, I’ll give you a call after that… Thanks for calling, Finn.” She hits End on the call and pockets her phone.

“Did he want you to go over there tomorrow night?” I ask.