RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 97: FRIDA -

Refusing to let herself be unsettled by a mere dream, Frida took a quick shower. But the thought struck her again, and she ran out of the bathroom in only a towel, fear gripping her chest. Something might have happened to Laz.

She sprinted downstairs, searching every corner of the absurdly large Airbnb. He was nowhere to be found. Taking deep breaths to steady herself, she grabbed her phone and called him.

"Hey, good morning," she began, her voice a little shaky.

"Good morning, sunrise," he drawled, his deep, sexy voice like a caress.

"I... I can’t find you anywhere," she stammered.

"What? You want me this morning again?" he teased, and her cheeks flamed.

"Shut up! I just wanted to ask you something. Never mind," she shot back, flustered.

"Come to me, darling," he said devilishly, sending a thrill down her spine.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, trying to suppress a giggle.

"I always want you," he replied darkly, and her breath hitched.

"Oh, let me lead you to me," he continued, his breaths puffing softly in her ear. "Where are you right now?"

"The living room," she whispered, biting her lip.

"Good. Now walk straight. Tell me when you reach the first door."

She followed his instructions, her heart racing. "I’m here," she said softly.

"Turn to your right," he guided, his voice low and teasing. She obeyed, walking down the hallway.

"What are you wearing right now?" he whispered, and she bit back a smile, her cheeks heating.

"A little... and a lot," she replied in a sing-song voice.

"Ooh, what a tease," he murmured. "Look at the wall. The red notes will lead you to me."

Her gaze fell on the wall, where a series of red sticky notes were placed. Each one bore a word:

"Run."

"To."

"Me."

"If."

"You."

"Want."

"To."

"Be."

"Breakfast."

She giggled. "What the hell, Laz?"

"Laugh, and I’ll punish you this morning. I swear," he said, his voice strained with amusement.

"Laz, are you threatening me with a good time?" she teased.

He chuckled darkly. "Well, I wouldn’t mind bending you over the table. Come faster, and I might just make that a reality."

Frida’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t suppress the smile forming on her lips. She reached the gym doors and peeked inside. There he was, shirtless, practicing calisthenics. His muscles flexed and rippled as he held himself on the bar, every line and curve of his body carved like a masterpiece.

He dropped from the bar and transitioned into push-ups, his movements fluid and precise. She stared, heat pooling low in her belly. Freshly showered as she was, her thoughts wandered to dangerous territory.

Frida was feeling very thirsty right now, she was freshly showered but damn! she wouldn’t mind losing her virginity to that right about now.

As if sensing her gaze, he stood to his full height and smirked. "Come touch it," he said, flexing for her.

And like a hungry felin she shamelessly walked to him.

She approached him shamelessly, her fingers tracing his sculpted abs and chest. His skin was warm, slick with sweat.

Her breath quickened, her body responding to the proximity, running her hand up his smooth abs, completely, sculpted rock hard pecks and she didn’t dare miss his biceps, so damn hard.

"Laz," she murmured, her voice trembling.

"Hmm?" His own breath was uneven. freewёbnoνel.com

"I want you to take me... now," she whispered, her cheeks flushed.

Without hesitation, he pulled her against him, their lips colliding in a searing kiss. His hands gripped her waist as her towel slid dangerously low.

Her skin burned against his, the contrast of his heat and her coolness driving them both wild.

Lord he looked so good her entries regions where already hot, wet and ready "Laz...?" She was breathing hard.

"Hmm?" He answered his own breath trembling as she said.

"I want you to fuck me...hard." she whispered to him "right now."

Without hesitation he pulled her wet skin against his and their mouth locked in a hot wet fierce passionate kiss that burned their bodies, they were craving, wanting exploring each other’s tastes with madness.

Their bodies wet. His was warm, her’s cold, and the sensation was maddening, they trembled as he lifted her and pinned her body between his and the wall her legs spread wide open and his hot erect flesh of manhood rubbed against her pussy through his heavenly grey pants.

She moaned as his hands intertwined with his and they kissed till her lips marked the other. Her towel slid slightly loose to her waist and to her uttermost satisfaction her nipples brushed against his chest in mind blowing friction.

They where panting breathing hard and breathless at the same time...

Just as her thoughts spiraled further, his voice jolted her back to reality.

"Frida?" Laz called, breaking the spell. She blinked, finding him fully clothed in a grey T-shirt, holding a mug. "I asked if you wanted coffee."

Her cheeks flushed crimson. "Coffee, right. Of course, thank you," she mumbled, cursing herself for her vivid imagination.

He handed her a cup, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay, sunrise? You seem a bit out of it."

Damn his intuition. She sighed, hoping he wouldn’t press further. But how could she hide the fact she’d just been daydreaming about sex with him?

Laz added milk, sugar, and a plate of toast, eggs, and chocolate to her side. As he slid it over, she mumbled under her breath, "Lord, I want to fuck him."

His sharp ears caught it. "Ovulating, are we?" he teased, smirking.

She choked on her coffee. "How do you even know that?" she demanded, incredulous.

"I keep track," he said with a sly grin.

"You keep track of my cycle?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

"It’s practical. I like to be prepared," he said nonchalantly. "Also, you’re not ditching therapy. We’re going in an hour."

Her eyes flicked to his lips—soft, pink, and maddeningly tempting. He caught her staring and grinned. "They’re yours, you know," he teased.

She stuffed her mouth with toast to hide her blush. "Why do you even care about my cycle?" she mumbled.

His grin widened. "For when we decide to have babies, of course."

She nearly choked again.