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“That’s it, sugar-tits,” Lachlan Williams says, plowing a busty blonde from behind while she moans and angles the phone’s camera to capture both of them. “I want you to get a nice, good video of the way I’m destroying your fucking—Sammi?”
From the looks of things, he and I realize what’s going on at the same time.
Lock Williams’ latest slut has confused his phone camera with a video call. I can hardly fucking blame her, since he’s currently so balls-deep in her pussy that her eyes have gone crossed…
But I fucking hate Lock Williams, and I hate seeing him fucking even more.
Lock has been the bane of my existence over the last three years. When I apply for a grant, he’s the asshole who ends up winning it. When I have my heart set on a research project, he’s the bastard they choose to actually go. When I have an interview, Lock is the man who fills the position.
So help me God, I’m surprised that Eggs is marrying me at all. Based on my track record with Lock Williams, I’m somewhat anticipating that my own fiancé leaves me at the altar so he can get hitched to Lock fucking Williams instead.
I’m just about to hang up the phone and shove it deep into my purse where neither Lock—nor anyone else, for that matter—can bother me for the rest of my flight. But then I walk into the first class lounge and suddenly, Lock’s weird little sex scene isn’t just on my phone screen.
It’s playing out right before me in real life.
“Fuckingseriously, Lock?” I say, eyes widening in disbelief.
The flight attendant that he’s boinking has the good fucking sense at that point to push him off of her and pull down her skirt—which Ishouldbe thankful for.
Except without her there as a distraction…now Lock’s attention is turned onto me.
“Sammi fucking Brighton,” Lock says, taking his still-slick cock into his fist and turning to face me full-on. “Didn’t know you flew first class these days.”
“Class isn’t something that seems to concern you much, Lock,” I glower back.
Lock only shrugs with those big, broad, gorgeous fucking shoulders of his. “Maybe not—but that’s where you’re in luck, Sammi. Want a go? From what I recall, your pussy was the bomb…”
I ignore his sexy Aussie accent. I ignore the way he’s wagging his dick at me like it’s some kind of special treat. And I especially ignore his gorgeous eyes, the way they sparkle with amusement and glisten the color of the sea…
But what I don’t ignore is his word choice.
His word choice is my ticket out of this thing.
“Excuse me,” I say, finding the nearest security guard. I point to Lock, twisting my face up with concern. “But I think that man just said he has abomb.”
The security guard surveys the scene—Lock tucking his dick away, the look of fear on my face and that special buzz-word—bomb.
“I’ll take care of this, ma’am,” the security guard says with a nod. “Thank you for informing me.”
A few moments later, Lock is being tackled to the ground by two 300-lb airport security officers while I’m boarding the plane.
“Sammi!” he yells out while they shove his handsome face into the mysterious patterns of the airport carpet. “I know you fucking did this—tell them that it’s a mistake!”
I just shrug and blow him a little kiss as I hand his flight attendant hussy my ticket. “See you in Bangkok, honey!” I call over my shoulder.
He’ll talk his way out of it. He always fucking does.
But for a few lovely moments before take-off, I have the satisfaction of being alone in the quiet of first class, a glass of champagne in one hand and the memory of Lock’s wrists in zip ties on my mind.
It might be ridiculous…but right now, I have a feeling like everything on this trip is going to go exactly right.
