Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Eventually, I realized I needed to get it all out, and Faith made me want to. She was my safe place, just as I was hers—even if she didn’t know it yet.
“So when I landed in New York and saw all the messages and voicemails from Grace, I pieced together what had happened. I’m so sorry, Faith. You have no idea how hard it was to miss your special day.” I leaned back and took her chin between my fingers, dipping her head back so I could see her face. “You can ask Cano. I was a grumpy motherfucker all day. He had to banish me to a job that didn’t require working with others.”
Faith’s mouth curved a little, and her eyes were brighter than they’d been the last time I’d looked into them.
My control was shredding little by little, and one thread suddenly snapped. The temptation to fill those blue pools with more heat and feel her plush lips sliding against mine was too much. Lifting her face with my hold on her chin, I brought my mouth down to cover hers.
She tasted like coconut and lime, and it made me ravenous, desperate to take in as much of her flavor as possible. And to know if she tasted like that everywhere.
My hands had a mind of their own, and they quickly shifted her to straddle my lap before palming her ass cheeks. Irritation spiked at how easy it would be for any asshole to flip up this ridiculous skirt and get an eyeful of what was mine. But I consoled myself with the fact that she was wearing panties, and that from now on, no one else would ever see her in this naughty little getup but me.
Images of flipping up her skirt to find her bare ass begging to be spanked while I filled her teenage pussy with eleven inches of hot, hard dick bombarded my mind. I had to stop. I was seconds away from tearing off her underwear and taking her cherry right there in the car. That triggered the memory of my dreams about fucking in the car while she was pregnant and dripping with milk.
Shit. Shit. Damn fucking shit.
All of my energy went into ending the spectacular kiss. Our first. We were both struggling to pull in oxygen, our chests heaving with the effort. But after a minute, my pulse evened out, and I could think a little clearer.
“Will you forgive me, blue eyes?” I asked softly. “Because if you don’t, your birthday present will be very awkward.”
She pretended to mull over her answer, and I gave her a swift smack on her bottom, making her yelp with surprise. “You spanked me!”
“Yep.” The heat that had sparked in her eyes made me grin. “Did that get you hot, baby?”
“Umm…” Her cheeks bloomed with dark crimson circles, and her eyes darted away for a second. “What did you mean by awkward?”
I contemplated forcing her to admit the spanking had turned her on, but we could get into that the next time she earned herself a red ass.
Since we’d arrived at the tarmac and my jet was fueled and ready to go, I waited to answer until I opened the door and stepped out. Offering her my hand, I gave her a boyish grin and spoke as I helped her exit the vehicle. “If you don’t forgive me, then the flight to Paris won’t be nearly as fun.”
“Paris?” Faith parroted as she looked around and took in our surroundings. A gorgeous smile lit her face when she spotted the plane. “You’re taking me to Paris?”
“Not just Paris,” I said with a grin. “Somewhere very special in Paris.”
“Where?”
“Nope, birthday girl. You’ll have to wait until I’m ready to give you that present.” I bent down one more time and reached into the car to grab her backpack. I handed it to my driver and thanked him for being patient with me today, then linked my hands with Faith’s and guided her to my private jet.
When we reached the stairs, she glanced back at me, then gazed up at the door to the cabin. After a few beats, she inhaled deeply as she ascended the steps and entered the airplane.
I was only a few seconds behind and chuckled when I saw that she’d already claimed one of the plush seats and snuggled down into it. “Make yourself comfortable, blue eyes.”
She gave me a cheeky grin and kicked off her shoes before curling her legs under her. “Done.”
Another laugh rumbled in my chest. “Almost.” There was a closet to my left, near the entrance to the galley, and I opened it to retrieve a soft, plush blanket. She hummed happily when I spread it over her legs.
Fucking hell. That sound went straight to my cock, and though I’d been hard since the moment I saw her earlier, it swelled even more, becoming somewhat painful. I cleared my throat and tried to think about anything but the sounds she’d make when I made her come. “I’m going to toss our things in the bedroom, then I’ll join you. We’ll take off in a few minutes.”