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)
“Thanks,” I said with a lift of my chin.
Wade pulled the plane door closed and secured it, then they both disappeared into the cockpit.
“Where’s your flight attendant?” Faith asked curiously as I reached around her to grab her seat belt.
“Hanna and Tina are flying with my best friend Noah to a conference in Italy. Which worked out perfectly since I wanted privacy for this flight.”
“Hanna and Tina?”
Faith’s tone sounded a little miffed, and when I glanced down at her, I had to stifle a laugh. She was trying to hide her jealousy behind a mask of indifference, but her elevated temper was clear as day in her deep blue orbs.
“Yes, I suppose it seems extravagant for me to have two attendants for just one of me,” I explained, deliberately misunderstanding because she was incredibly sexy when she was fired up about something.
“Especially two women,” she huffed. “One isn’t enough for you?”
This time I couldn’t help it when laughter burst from my chest. Faith tried to pull away, but I kept a firm hold on her.
“First of all, there is only one woman I need, the only one I’ll ever want. And second, I think the correct phrasing would be that I’m not woman enough for them.”
Faith stared at me for a full minute, her lips curved down and her nose scrunched as she tried to make sense of what I was saying. Then realization suddenly dawned.
I nodded. “Particularly each other. Which is why I have two flight attendants, instead of one. It’s not often a couple who both travels for work gets to do it together. They actually work for both Noah and me since neither of us travels consistently.”
Faith’s expression turned soft, and she leaned into me again. “Wow. That’s really sweet.”
Rolling my eyes, I grunted, “The last thing anyone would call me is sweet, blue eyes. But if you want to think that, go ahead.”
She giggled and patted my hand that was resting on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.”
The intercom turned on, and Lake announced that we’d reached cruising altitude.
We both unbuckled our seat belts, and I released her to stand, then offered my hand. Faith smiled and placed her palm in mine, allowing me to help her up before leading her over to an area better suited for a relaxing conversation. Two couches were set at a ninety-degree angle, and three recliners were spread in an arch in front of them, with a coffee table between.
She moved toward one of the big chairs, but I tugged on her hand and gently forced her over to one of the couches. Throwing me a disgruntled frown, she huffed as she sank onto the sofa. “That looked super comfy,” she complained, making me smile. She was too fucking adorable for her own good.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, distracted by her sexy legs as she tucked them under herself again. Her short skirt rode up, and if her thighs moved apart just a little, I would’ve been able to see her panties. Good thing she’d had that blanket over her earlier, or I would have gone ballistic at the idea of Lake or Wade seeing what was for my eyes only.
My mouth went dry, and I almost missed her reply. “Not really. Are you?”
“Not for food,” I muttered quietly.
“Pardon?”
“I’m good, for the moment,” I said, a little louder.
Faith smiled and put her bent elbow on the arm of the couch before propping her chin on her fist. She batted her eyelashes overdramatically and spoke with a sugary sweet voice. “So about the special place in Paris.”
I shook my head and sat beside her, stretching my long legs out and propping them on the little table.
“You’re not going to ruin my surprise.”
“Pleeease?” She batted her eyelashes again and pretended to pout.
I loved that Faith could make me laugh and turn me on at the same time. She was beautiful inside and out. If I could lock her up in our house and never share her with anyone except our kids, I wouldn’t hesitate. I was selfish and wanted all of her just for me.
Faith scooted an inch closer and tried again, “Please, Rush?”
The way she said my name sent all the blood in my body rushing to my dick. I wanted to wait until we were at our flat before taking Faith’s cherry. But I needed to have a taste at the very least, or I was going to lose my shit.
I put my feet on the floor and grabbed her wide birthing hips, lifting her onto my lap with her legs settled on both sides of me. She placed her hands on her lap, and her deep blue pools heated as her cheeks flooded crimson.
“I like the sound of you begging, blue eyes,” I murmured, enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing as her breathing picked up. Picking up her hands, I placed them on my shoulders and crooned, “I’m not going to spill the details of your surprise, but that’s not the only thing I can make you beg for.” Then I bent my head and sealed my mouth over hers.