“These are wealthy men who are stellar at what they do and always raise the bar of excellence in business. I want that and—”
“That’s why you keep them around. You’re picking from the top of the tree,” I finished his thoughts.
We locked eyes, both impressed by each other. Me by his wise impartation, and him by my willing reception and quick absorption of it. He smiled at me with his eyes—gorgeous arresting eyes—and although I didn’t acknowledge it I understood why.
After pulling up, we dashed into the airport not sparing a second. He traveled with me as far as security would allow. I knew once he left me he’d hurry back to his hotel suite, pack and return right back here to depart Phoenix himself. We stood off near a wall, away from the traffic flow of travelers and gazed into each other’s eyes for quite some time. I felt a magnetic pull to him and couldn’t break away from his compelling draw even if I wanted to.
“And so we part, again,” he said as his eyes danced between mine.
Though my heart rate was stable my mind churned questions of passion with what my heart held.
“Yeah,” I murmured. I had to say something. I didn’t want the rapture to end; I wanted our connection to linger. I fought through it. “Azmir, this has possibly been the most adventurous…” I chuckled at the thought and he did, too. It felt great to laugh together, at the same thing. I continued and my smile disappeared, “…and exhilarating experience of my life.” So did his smile after that. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“No. I’m the only one indebted here. You’ve put a much needed spark in my monotonous travel. I owe you for this huge inconvenience.” Azmir shifted in his stance and with his one hand brushing the back of his head while letting out a deep exhale. I got the sense that he wanted to say more but decided against it and settled on, “Thank you.”
“I actually owe you for the cool rigs!” I beamed as I held the shopping bag that now consisted of my clothing from the day before.
He flashed a panty-snatching smirk that sent shivers up my spine. I could feel the ache between my legs from him having been inside me over and over and over again. “You can keep those. They’re not exactly my size if you hadn’t noticed.” We laughed in unison again—I laughed, Azmir chuckled.
“You have to go, Ms. Brimm. There will be a car waiting for you at LAX to whisk you to work.”
“Okay,” I whispered because my throat constricted from the disappointment of parting ways with him.
My eyes fell to the floor as I tried to regain myself. The next thing I felt were his hands on either side of my face lifting me into an impassioned kiss that caused my heated blood to rush through my veins. His tongue was needy and the combination of his firm grip, his delicious aroma, and the agility of his tongue was heady and knocked me off balance and into his strapping chest. When he released me, I was appreciative of his arms balancing me until I was able to do it myself. He smiled his coochie creaming smile that made me wonder if he knew how I’d nearly lost all gravity. I smiled back at him not caring. I walked off and didn’t turn around until the checkpoint only to find him still standing in place surveilling my every move.
My flight seemed shorter than the previous day and although I’d slept very little the night before I was nowhere near tired. My mind kept replaying my time with Azmir, visions of his smiles, pensive expressions, erotic faces. Flashbacks of our talks, our embrace, our lovemaking. There was so much to consider and sift through. I could come to no conclusions, couldn’t make any declarations because I’d never in my life experienced anything similar to that of Azmir Jacobs.
As soon as I was out of the terminal I powered my phone back on and watched my missed alerts load. There were calls from Michelle and Sebastian!? What in the hell does he want? Also, there were texts from Michelle, Jimmie, my stylist Adrian, and Azmir.