Page 2 of Billionaire's Desire
That finally gets a giggle out of her.
One thing Mia Canelli likes more than attention on her body, is my attention on her body.
“Yes, sir!” she replies with a low husky voice.
That sends some of my blood rushing.
I bet I can get on our private jet and get to the Maldives and be back in time for my next meeting.
Nope. That’s crazy talk,I remind myself just in time for another meeting notification.
Meeting with Charles and Co. Twenty minutes.
Well, there goes my plan for a quick trip to the Maldives, or for any semblance of lunch, either.
“Behave, baby,” I warn.
Mia laughs on the other end of the line. My sexy little brat. I miss her. My cock for sure misses her.
“Never!” She responds.
“The next time you are in town, I am making sure I spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit straight for a week.”
Her breath is already getting heavy as she replies, “I can’t wait.”
I can already picture the way the color in her cheeks rises whenever I talk dirty to her. My cock stirs further.
Fuck!
“I have got to go now.”
Even with the miles between us, I can feel the defiance and disappointment in her voice.
“Okay, Max.”
“I will fly over next weekend,” I add.
She immediately perks up. “For real, babe?”
“For real, babe.”
“Okay. I will send you pictures later.”
My already hardening cock is very onboard with that idea.
“Okay, baby.” Then I hung up.
I have to be across town in a few minutes, so I quickly type up my current address and order an Uber.
The next available ride is about twenty minutes away.
Fuck car riding services sometimes.
I cancel that and go for the cheapest option.
Gray Mini Cooper will be arriving in three minutes.
That will do.
