"I can't believe you stuck with me for an entire month," Petra said.
"Nowhere else I'd rather be," Seth said. "How about I make you tiramisu tomorrow?"
"A man of my dreams," she chuckled.
He chuckled too and pecked her lips.
"I better be. What other Seth do you know since you keep moaning that name?" He asked.
"Clown," she said.
"Let's see if you'll still call me that in a minute," he said.
He kissed down her stomach and settled between her legs.
"No, no," she said. "We need to get dressed and get to the arena."
He ran his tongue up between her folds.
"You were saying?" He asked.
"Fuck you," she said.
"I'm not sure there's time for that," he smirked. "But I always got time for this."
He let his tongue run circles on her clit. His phone started ringing and he felt her stretch her arm to reach it.
"It's Roman," she said.
He looked up at her with a smirk before accepting the phone from her.
"I'll handle it. Don't move," Seth clicked the green button. "Not a good time right now, Roman."
"There's something you should know," Roman said.
"Can't it wait?" Seth asked.
"Technically yes, but..." Roman said.
"So tell me when I get there," Seth said.
"No wait, it's impor..." Roman said.
Seth hung up before Roman could finish the sentence.
"I hate speeding this up but we need to get going," he said.
He planted his head between her legs and gave her all he got. She writhed around on the bed, and he held on to her while letting his tongue put her through some sweet torture. She cried out a couple of minutes later, and he raised his head to grin at her.
"Now we can leave," he said.
"I'm fucking wet," she said. "It's not fair."
He crawled up her body and kissed her.
"Life is never fair, beautiful," he said. "But we have a job to do. Tonight though. Mmm, tonight you're gonna get it so bad."
"Sometimes I almost hate you," she said.
"No, you don't," he said.
"I said almost," she giggled. "Move so I can get up."
"I don't want to," he pouted.
"Either move or fuck me. Your call," she said.
"That's so unfair," he said.
"Life is never fair, beautiful," she said.
"Using my words against me," he smirked. "Does that mean I can call you clown too?"
"No, you can call me master," she said.
He laughed and rolled down next to her. She got out of bed and started dressing. She picked up his pants and threw them to him.
"Vince is gonna get mad if we're late," she said.
"Relax. I'm main eventing the PPV," he said.
"I'm not," she said. "I'm opening."
"We're both important," he said.
"Not that important that he won't whoop our asses if we're late," she said.
He sat up on the bed and started putting his pants on.
"What did Roman want?" She asked.
"To tell me something," he said. "I shouldn't have hung up on him, should I? I suck as a friend."
"No, you shouldn't," she smiled. "But he'll forgive you. Apologize and don't ever do that again. I don't care how horny you are. Roman's your best friend. He's important."
"So are you," he said.
"Not as important as him," she said.
He stood up fast and pulled her into his arms.
"Don't ever say that," he said. "You're both so important to me. Don't ever think you mean less to me than him or anyone else."
"Sorry," she said.
"I know you have a hard time seeing yourself as someone another person can love, but I do. I love you," he said.
"Did you just say...?" Her voice trailed off.
"Yes, I did," he said. "I love you so deal with it."
He pecked her lips and let go of her. He turned to locate his shirt on the floor. It was okay if she didn't want to say it back yet. She had probably never been told by anyone that they loved her. It was a lot for her to take in, and he could wait for as long as it took to hear it back. The important thing was that she knew he loved her.