“He’d better not. At least not without my permission.”
My dick throbbed at her words. The vision of her in that dress with the choker raced back into my head. Little did she know, her fucking permission, or lack thereof, was the only thing holding me back.
I stepped out of the car, sauntered around to her side, and opened the door. Taking her small hand in mine, I led us over to the private jet.
As we walked, she asked, “Tell me, is this your father’s jet or yours?”
“How do you know about my father?” I joked.
Her face beamed as she boasted, “My grandfather was a police officer. I know a thing or two about research.”
“Is that how you found Marcel?”
“Yes, and a lot of good that did me,” she huffed.
“He’s actually excellent at his job, just so you know.”
“Oh, do you know by personal experience?” she teased.
“You’re so cute. I’ve seen him in action. He’s worked on some pretty tough cases. Some where others had written the patient off as hopeless. He’s tenacious and has a heart of gold.”
There I go again, rambling like an idiot.Jesus, this girl had me all over the place.
We’d reached the steps, and she paused for a minute. She looked up at me with excitement on her face. There was an odd warmth that spread throughout my chest. It only intensified when we boarded the jet. The crew was already in place and waiting.
Looking around in awe, she observed the cabin. “You can’t be serious?” she exclaimed.
“Very serious.” I continued to watch her taking everything in.
“What?” she asked breathlessly when she realized I was staring.
Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “I don’t know. The look on your face, it’s like you’re getting ready to embark on an adventure.”
Her eyes lowered, and she tensed. “I’ve never done this before. Don’t make fun.”
I pulled her chin up, but she refused to meet my eyes. A small sense of regret washed over me, tempered by the awareness that I needed to choose my words more carefully.
“I’m not making fun, I promise. I don’t know, maybe I’ve taken things like this for granted.” I waved at the jet again, feeling like I was oversharing.
“Oh,” she said, her eyes returning to mine. There was a lull in our conversation, and I found myself unable to look away, and needing to touch her in an overwhelming way.
Reaching out to caress her face, I whispered, “What are you doing to me, kitten?”
“Nothing,” she stammered.
“No, you most definitely are doing something to me,” I replied, watching her breathing change under my caress.
Gesturing around the jet, she asked, “How big is this thing?”
Her question was exactly what I needed to get my head out of my ass and put me back in control.
“Big. Around two thousand seven hundred square feet. Normally, it can seat over forty people quite comfortably. However, we have it set up like a hotel suite, beds included.” I paused and smiled at the look on her face. “Would you like to see mine?”
“Where do I sit?” she asked, rolling her eyes and ignoring my comment.
“Hmm, let’s see,” I said, looking around. My eyes drifted down to my cock, and her hands flew to her hips as I smirked. “You make it so easy. You may sit wherever you’d like.”
I was shocked when she chose one of the seats that had room for two. A hint of awe and enthusiasm still lit up her face. I joined her, and she sat with her hands in her lap. Reaching around, I buckled her in. The sweet smell of honeysuckle assaulted me as I sniffed her.
