Wanderlust Unleashed

Chapter 1: The Departure Pact

Freja stood in the dimly lit bedroom of their cozy loft, her suitcase half-packed with the essentials for her two-month trip to visit extended family across the continent. Her sharp green eyes flicked to Patrick, who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. The air between them buzzed with unspoken tension, a mix of longing and the thrill of the unknown.

'So, let me get this straight,' Freja began, her voice laced with a biting edge as she folded a silk blouse with deliberate precision. 'You’re giving me a free pass to fuck whoever I want while I’m gone? What’s the catch, Patrick? You think I’m gonna come back with a harem of lovers begging for more?'

Patrick chuckled, pushing off the frame to saunter closer, his gaze raking over her with a heat that made her skin prickle. 'No catch, babe. I trust you. And let’s be real—I’m not exactly a saint when I’m on the road either. Fair’s fair. But I gotta say, I’m curious if you’ll even take the bait. You’ve got a track record of picking absolute assholes.'

Freja’s lips curled into a wry smile as she zipped up her suitcase, turning to face him, hands on her hips. 'Oh, please. The last guy I slept with before you couldn’t find a clit with a GPS and a flashlight. I’m not exactly itching to dive into the cesspool of horny idiots out there. But if I do, trust me, I’ll be the one calling the shots.'

Patrick stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until she could feel the warmth radiating off him. His voice dropped, low and teasing. 'That’s my girl. Always in control. But you know, if you do find someone worth your time, I wanna hear every dirty detail when you’re back. Every. Single. One.'

Her breath hitched, but she masked it with a scoff, tilting her chin up defiantly. 'You’re such a perv. Fine. If I get wet for some stranger, I’ll make sure to take notes. But don’t hold your breath, lover boy. I’m more likely to come back with a vibrator than a story.'

Their eyes locked, the banter igniting a familiar fire. Patrick reached out, his fingers brushing her jaw, sending a shiver down her spine. 'Two months is a long time, Freja. You sure you don’t want a proper send-off? Something to keep you... satisfied until you’re back in my bed?'

Freja’s smirk turned wicked as she grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed together. 'Oh, I’m listening. But let’s get one thing straight—if we’re doing this, I’m not just lying back and taking it. I want you hard, Patrick. I want you sweating and panting before I even think about letting you in.'

His grin was feral, his other hand sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her flush against him. 'Deal. But you’d better be ready, because I’m not stopping until you’re dripping for me.'

Their lips crashed together, hungry and fierce, the promise of an explosive farewell hanging heavy in the air as they stumbled toward the bed, clothes already starting to fall.