Page 7 of Maldives & Mistletoe

“But not this one, Eve. Come on.”

Theo didn’t give her the chance to argue further. Instead, he tugged her up from the seat, finally allowing Eve a view of the rest of their gang on the plane. Sure enough, it looked like everyone else had finally calmed down, and were all asleep. Even the parents.

“Long day,” she said.

Theo smirked. “It ain’t over, babe.”

“What?”

What was he planning?

Theo was always planning something.

He tugged her along the wide aisle of the private jet until they were at the very back of the plane. Bypassing a sizeable bathroom—for a plane—he pushed open a door at the end that opened up to what looked to be a small office with a double bed against port windows.

Right then, Eve knew.

Knew what he was planning.

Knew why he was smirking.

Fucking man.

Theo closed the door, and didn’t even give Eve the chance to speak before he flicked the lock, and grabbed her. Those hands of his slipped under her dress as his lips attacked hers. A burning, harsh kiss that drove her crazy and took her breath away at the same time. He backed her into the door as he worked on getting her dress higher, never once breaking their kiss.

It was only once her dress was up around her hips that he finally pulled away from the kiss just long enough to wrap his hands around the waistband of her panties, and then yank them down her legs.

“Theo!”

“Hush,” he muttered, kneeling down to kiss a path across her pubic bone. “Don’t want to wake up the rest of them, do we? Then, this ends, Eve. Figure it out.”

“You’re an ass—”

Theo glanced up. “An asshole about to fuck you twenty thousand feet in the air, yeah.”

Well …

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Eve admitted.

Theo just laughed again.

It took him no time at all to shed the rest of the clothes between them, and then get Eve on her back on the double bed. She barely even felt the turbulence of the flight once Theo was between her thighs, and finding home.

He went slow at first—teasing and tempting her. Promising wicked things as he filled her full, and then drew out slow enough to make her want to scream.

Except she couldn’t be too loud, so she settled on hooking her legs around his waist, and holding him tight to her body to make her point clear. All she cared about was the way his mouth felt on her throat while he fucked her, and just how good his hands felt tugging on her hair as he murmured all those dirty words.

Yeah, damn.

God, she loved this man.

Bad influences and all.