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“Fuck you.” I laugh. “You’re just pissed I showed up with a better car. And now you’re feeling insecure because you know there’s nothing in this world you own that can impress me.”

He stands up, grabs his cock through his jeans, and says, “Wanna bet?”

I can’t help myself. I look.

He’s not hard but I swear to God, he gets hard as I watch.

My eyes dart up to his and he’s grinning wide. “Told ya.”

“Just sit down.”

He sits, still smiling, and then reaches across the table and grabs both my hands before I even realize he’s doing it.

I try to pull away.

Mmmm… that’s a lie. It’s a half-hearted effort at best. But he squeezes them anyway, just to make sure.

“You’re gonna regret this game you’re playing.”

“You think so?”

He nods. “Yeah, see, I’ve got something else you want.”

“Let me guess, you have two cocks hidden in those tight jeans?”

“Are they tight?” he asks, looking down at himself, then back up at me. “Nah, that’s not it. I have your… attention, Emma. You’re completely under my spell.”

I laugh. Loud.

“Maybe you forgot about me all these years, and maybe you didn’t. Doesn’t matter. Because now that I’m back you’ll never get me out of your head again. And if we don’t finish what we started last night you’ll spend the rest of your days wondering what if.”

I’m just about to say something snide in return when the plane picks up speed and we jet down the runway. Jesse squeezes my hands again and I make the mistake of looking into his eyes.

Mesmerizing blue eyes that bring back memories of those two days we spent together long ago. His hair is neater now. Not tousled from the beach wind. His jaw has more stubble, and his shoulders are broader.

But it’s still him.

The plane lifts up off the ground and my stomach becomes light and filled with a million fluttery butterflies.

And he’s right. I am under his spell.

Because that feeling in my gut isn’t due to rapid acceleration or altitude change.

It’s all the what-if’s and could’ve-beens.

He lets go of my hands and leans back, frowning now as the plane levels out and then I realize I’ve been holding my breath and let it out. But that anxious feeling doesn’t go away. It actually gets worse.

“Why are you looking at me that way?” I ask.

He just stares at me for a moment. Miles opens the pocket door, ready to take our breakfast order, but Jesse stands and says, “You know what, Miles? We’re gonna hold off on breakfast.” He shoots me a cunning grin. “In fact, come back in an hour. By then we’ll be ready for breakfast in bed.”

CHAPTER TWENTY - JESSE

It’s a bold move. One that definitely comes with a high probability of backfiring.

But I’m nothing if not bold. And besides, all of life’s greatest rewards come from taking audacious risks.

Miles looks at Emma. She stutters out, “Ummm… well… thank you, Miles. That’s all for now.”