“But he can hear,” she says.
“Then don’t make a sound.” My finger glides along her slit. She curls her lips inward, and her eyes flutter closed. I apply more pressure, and her pelvis tilts back and forth. I can’t wait to give it to her. Just not in the back of the limo.
“We’ll have to continue this later.”
Her eyes spring open. “What? Why?” she says with a tone of disappointment.
I chuckle. “Don’t worry, Daisy Chain, I’ll give you more soon.” I’m just as desperate as she is. The car pulls to a stop. “We’re here.”
Quickly, she tugs her dress down. A cute flush stains her cheeks. Then she glances out of the window. “Where are we?”
“The airport.”
“This isn’t LAX.”
“No.”
She practically plasters her face to the glass. “Is that a private plane?”
“Yes.”
“We’re flying in that?” she says with awe.
“Yes, we are.” I open the car door and hold out my hand.
“Follow me.” With our hands clasped, I lead her from the car up the stairs and into the plane, where we are greeted by the flight attendant.
“Where the fuck have you been. We were about to leave you behind—oh…” Lincoln’s eyes widen with surprise. “Nice to see you, Daisy,” he adds when he spots her walking behind me.
Asher lifts his face from his phone, takes us in and gives a small smirk. “Hi, Daisy, how are you?”
“I’m good, thank you. And you?” she answers shyly.
“I’m great now that Chains is finally here.”
Lincoln and Asher turn toward each other with some kind of knowing look passing between them. I want to wipe the smug expression off their faces.
I’ve never brought a woman on the jet before. Once I’m alone with them, they’re going to give me shit about this. Well, fuck them. If I’m having one night with Daisy, I’m going to enjoy every second.
twenty
DAISY
Ican’tbelieveIflewinto Las Vegas on a private jet. And now, I’m standing in the most luxurious hotel suite I’ve ever seen. The living room is bigger than the first floor of my apartment building. The spacious room with floor-to-ceiling windows is set above the Las Vegas Strip. Colorful neon lights ripple over the glass. Soft lighting from crystal chandeliers showcases plush furniture, gold fittings, and marble flooring. This is something I’d only see in movies.
Kade walks toward me with a champagne flute in his hand and passes it to me. “Do you like the suite?”
“It’s so beautiful. I feel like I’m having aPretty Womanmoment. Except, I’m not a prostitute, and you’re not paying me.” Oh God, what am I saying? This situation has rattled me.
He chuckles. “I have no idea what a ‘Pretty Woman’ moment is.”
“What? Julia Roberts. Richard Gere. It’s only one of the most popular movies of all time.”
He shrugs. “Don’t know it.”
“Wow.” I shake my head in disbelief. “You’re the one who needs to get out and live a little.”
He laughs out loud, and the sound vibrates through me, sending tingles along my spine. We’ve been in the suite for at least ten minutes, and Kade hasn’t made a move. Nerves jump under my skin in anticipation. I take a sip of champagne to help calm my nerves. “You own the casino in the hotel?”
