“Please, I can’t take anymore.”

That’s when he stops and then gently kisses my pussy before working his way back up to my face, where he presses his lips to my cheeks.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” I sigh heavily. “That was just intense.”

“Good.” He stands, his cock level with my mouth. I don’t let him go but grip his hips, bringing him to my lips. He shifts my hair behind my ear, and with a gentle tone, he says, “Take me deep. I want to claim your throat.”

And I let him.

* * *

Ryot: I hated leaving you this morning. Did you get home okay?

Myla: I did. And the note you left was adorable.

Ryot: Just wanted you to know how much I like you. Remember, I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about while I’m gone.

Myla: I trust you, Ryot. I’m not worried in the slightest. You don’t need to worry about that.

Ryot: Just want to remind you. In the past, I haven’t had the same trust from women, despite proving I can be trusted.

Myla: That’s on them, not you. I know where you stand with me and where I stand with you. Committed and that’s all that matters. Plus, I know you’ll never find anyone who can make you come the way I can.

Ryot: Facts. Anyone other than you would be a waste of my time. Once you’ve had the finest steak, you can’t go back to meat from the grocery store.

Myla: LOL. I don’t know if I should be offended that you compared me to steak or pleased.

Ryot: Maybe a little of both.

Myla: I can accept that. What are these road trips going to be like? Tell me what to expect.

Ryot: Since you work at night, probably phone calls in the morning, an afternoon FaceTime where you shimmy your perfect tits in front of the screen, and then we both get off, followed by texts after the game so when you get off work, you know I’ve been thinking about you.

Myla: Sounds intriguing. I can get into tit shimmy.

Ryot: Don’t make me fucking hard right now.

Ryot: I’m going to miss you, Myla. I don’t think you have any idea how incredible I think you are.

Myla: I’m going to miss you too, Bisley. Is that too soon? Too crazy?

Ryot: No idea. I’ve never felt so close to someone so quickly. I think it’s all you.

Myla: Maybe . . .

Ryot: LOL. Smart-ass.

Myla: Honestly, I’ve never felt so seen before, Ryot. Never felt treasured.

Ryot: That’s a tragedy. I need you to know that I will always treasure you as I know how rare you are.

Myla: You’ve made my day.

Ryot: You’ve made my year.

Chapter Fifteen

RYOT

Present day . . .

“Dude, where’s Myla?” Banner asks as I adjust my tucked-in button-up shirt.

“Not here,” I say quietly.

“What the hell happened?”

“Can’t get into it now or I’ll have a goddamn mental breakdown.” I’m on the verge of losing it. I woke up this morning, red-eyed and devastated because last night . . . last night, I said goodbye to the love of my life. The feeling pumping through me is utter dread. Dread to move on, to take a step away from her, to allow this to happen despite me not wanting to let go. I swallow hard and say, “The excuse we’re using for her absence is that she’s visiting Nichole, who might be sick again.”