He couldn’t, of course. There were always more meetings, more vendors to schmooze, more charities to talk with, more doctors to consult, more legal documents to review, more everything that required at least Cade’s opinion on the subject.
And when there weren’t meetings, there were presentations and spreadsheets to review, materials and numbers and findings and projections for the next year that had to be carefully consulted, questioned, and then more meetings to discuss all of that.
Thank God for his personal phone, at least. It was the only thing that kept his sanity.
“Where to, Mr. Archer?” the limo driver asked him as he opened the door.
Cade checked his watch. Nearly midnight. He’d just flown in to Dallas from New York after locating where Daphne’s most recent show was at. Right about now, Kylie would be packing up her things and preparing to leave the backstage area and head back with the rest of the crew to the hotel. “American Airlines Center,” he told the driver.
“Catching a show, sir?” the man asked.
“Catching someone that was at the show,” Cade replied.
The car left the airport and started to weave in and out of the maze of Dallas streets. Cade pulled out his phone and thumbed through the pictures from the last two weeks. Kylie had sent him a new selfie daily, and each one was hotter than the last. The one from today had been on his phone when he’d woken up this morning. He’d masturbated to it.
Twice.
There was just something about Kylie that did it for him. He pulled up the photo, gazing at her in the see-through lacy black bra, kneeling on the bed. Her legs were folded, hiding her pussy, but it was clear she was wearing no panties, and her lush thighs were encased in silky black stockings. The shot was of her body, but he could just barely see her sexy red lipsticked pout in the corner of the photo.
He loved all the photos she’d sent him, though. He flicked through them, cock aching at the sight of each one. The first photo she’d ever sent had been nothing but a shot of her breasts, full and plump, the pink nipples taunting him. The next one had been her lovely face, her tongue out and licking a lollipop that made him imagine his cock instead of the candy. From there, it had been a mixture of face and body shots, and she was more gorgeous in each one.
Cade couldn’t wait to grab her and drag her back to his hotel room with him and fuck the daylights out of her. He felt like the last two weeks had been priming the pump, and when he saw her, he was going to tackle her and screw her until dawn.
It sounded pretty fucking good at the moment to him.
You there? he sent, waiting anxiously to see her pinged reply. She knew he was on a plane earlier today, knew he was flying in to Dallas.
Here, she sent back immediately.
Cade: I’m in Dallas. Heading to American Airlines Center. Wanna meet me out front?
Kylie: You bet I do.
“How long ’til we’re there?” he asked the driver.
“Ten minutes.”
Cade: I’ll be there in ten. Will you be ready by then?
Kylie: Yup. Daphne’s getting drunk with some of her fans, so I should be able to sneak away no problem.
His shoulders tensed. Does she know I’m in town?
Kylie: HELL NO.
Cade laughed. Thank God for that. He didn’t want to deal with Daphne and her bullshit. Not tonight. Tonight? He just wanted Kylie.
Cade: Can’t wait to see you.
Kylie: Ditto. XO
He watched the highways flash past, and since he was feeling antsy, he called Jerome.
“It’s late, boss,” Jerome said when he picked up.
“You still picked up on the first ring,” Cade told him.
“That’s because you pay me to.”
“Did you get me a hotel for tonight?”
“Just like you asked,” Jerome agreed. He gave Cade the details. “And a suite. And the other two suites on that floor are now rented out in your name. You will have complete privacy.”
“Good. And the—?”
“The wine you requested is there, along with a tray of food. And an entire box of condoms.”
“Perfect. You’re the best.”
“I know,” Jerome said smugly before hanging up.
Cade grinned to himself.
After what seemed like the longest drive in all of history, the limo pulled up into the parking lot of the American Airlines Center. The driver navigated to the front of the building, a scatter of cars still in the parking lot and several buses waiting nearby. Cade could hear no music, so he knew the show was long over.
Sure enough, a lone figure stood on the curb, an enormous purse slung under one arm. She wore a short peacoat that went to her knees, despite it being August in Dallas. It was warm despite the late hour and her legs were bare, which meant she was likely wearing one of those old-fashioned skirts that drove him so crazy because they showed off the exaggerated hourglass of her figure.
“Stop here,” Cade told the driver. “I see her.”
The limo slowed to a crawl, and then parked, and Kylie looked his way, a smile breaking across her gorgeous round face. With a little hop, she stepped off the curb and glanced around, then crossed the street to the limo. She opened the door and got in before the driver could get out to open her door.
“Hey,” Kylie said breathlessly as she slid in next to him.
He reached past her, dragged the door shut, and then pulled her into his lap.
Then they were kissing, her hands on his neck and in his hair and touching his face, and his lips were on hers, and she was making soft, hungry little sounds in her throat. And fuck, she was gorgeous. It was clear he wasn’t the only one who’d thought the last two weeks were incredibly long and lonely.