I stare down at his text, my mind trying to process what he’s saying. Sure, I’ve been trying, and it’s been great since we’ve been here, in this little Napa Valley bubble, but what will life be like when we leave? That question has been in the back of my head ever since Myla arrived, and it’s slowly eating me alive.

Now with this new opportunity looming, I’m worried that it will turn her away even more.

Ryot: I don’t know, man. I have no fucking clue what’s going to happen, but if I have a chance at saving my marriage, then I’ll pick that chance, even if it means passing up this opportunity. I’m sorry.

Banner: Don’t apologize. I get it. I know how much Myla means to you, and if you get the chance, I want you to work it out. We have time to think about all of this. Just focus on her for now.

Ryot: Okay, thanks, and I’m sorry for not being excited with you.

Banner: I understand more than you know.

The bathroom door opens, and when I glance up from where I’m sitting on the bed, Myla appears wearing absolutely nothing.

Fuck.

Me.

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she walks up to me and says, “Move to the head of the bed and take your shirt off.”

Even though my stomach is twisting with worry, it doesn’t stop me from enjoying this moment with Myla and giving her what she wants. I would give her anything. So I move to the head of the bed while taking my shirt off.

“You’re so sexy, Ryot,” she says, so confident in her skin that I grow hard from the way she struts toward me. “Your body is insane.” She straddles my legs as her hands go to the waistband of my jeans and undoes them. She slips her hands into my briefs and jeans and then pulls them off along with my socks, leaving me stark naked. She wets her lips as her eyes fall to my erection. “And you’re hard. Do you know how much that makes me feel like the sexiest woman on earth?”

“That’s because you are,” I say as my hand falls to my cock, and I start stroking myself.

“No touching,” she says as she moves my hand away. “I want to be the one who makes you come.”

“Then tell me what you want,” I say.

She spreads my legs and then pushes them up so my feet are flat on the bed. “Hold your legs,” she says. I grip my knees and keep myself in place as she goes to the nightstand and pulls out the lube.

“Babe,” I moan quietly.

“Hmm?” she asks with a devilish grin.

“You’re going to make me come in your mouth, aren’t you?”

“Is there a problem with that?”

“There is when I want to fuck you into this mattress.”

A smile graces those beautiful lips of hers. “Then you’re just going to have to control yourself, aren’t you?” She pops open the lube and spreads it over her fingers before positioning herself between my legs.