“Married?” I whisper in her ear. “Do I see myself married to you, Whitney? Is that what you’re asking?” She still hasn’t looked at me but I can feel her face nodding against me and I wonder if she’s embarrassed. I pull her face away and stare into her eyes. “I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I see it all with you, marriage, kids…” Her cheeks turn pink as her eyes light up. “I don’t know how I’m going to tell Kevin and Michelle.” I sigh. “But I want to keep you forever.”

I’m leaning against my car when I see her come out of the airport. God, she’s pretty. Wearing skintight leggings beneath a flowy T-shirt and a leather jacket, she looked like she’s coming back from a relaxing vacation. Her sunglasses are covering her eyes but as she gets closer, she pushes them to the top of her head when she sees me. She’s still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but she’s far from relaxed. I can see the exhaustion all over her. In her eyes. Her walk. Her posture. When she gets about a step away from me, she drops her bag and walks right into my arms and sinks into them. Her face is pressed against my chest and her arms are wrapped around my back. I hold her tight to my chest, pressing my lips to the top of her head. “Hi beautiful, I fucking missed you.”

“You have no idea.” She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me. I take her face in my hands and press a kiss to her lips. She pulls back after a few seconds before I can deepen it. “JP…” she starts. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Well, that’s a given.”

“No, now. I need you to fuck me, now.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “Where would you like me to fuck you? Here in front of everyone at LAX?” I say, looking around the sea of people in the pickup lanes.

“There’s a garage.” She points at one of the parking fixtures behind us. She lowers her face and looks up at me with the sexiest pout on her lips. “Please, daddy.”

I lean down so that our faces are nose to nose. “You can’t manipulate me, Whitney.” I brush my nose against hers and a sigh leaves her lips. “Once I start, I don’t plan to stop so no we aren’t fucking in a parking garage where we could potentially get caught by anyone. Now get in the car.”

“But…” she whines and I smack her ass as I open the door for her.

“Get in.”