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“I don’t think you could ever squeeze my hand hard enough to hurt me, Taylor,” I said, pressing my palm against hers.
“Really?” She squeezed my hand as hard as she could. My hand was so much bigger than hers, so much sturdier. “What are your hands even made of?”
“Robot parts.” I lifted our joined hands and kissed the back of hers. “The normal stuff.”
She snorted, playfully smacking me. Harrison sat down across from us, his big, muscular body filling up the seat, and Ethan sat next to him in the window seat. The plane started its taxi to the runway, and Taylor squeezed my hand even harder, leaning over into my seat.
“You’ll be all right,” I murmured to her.
“The bumps always feel bigger on little planes like this,” she said, her voice thin and shaky.
I couldn’t do a damn thing about whether the plane ride was bumpy on the way up, but she made me want to try to fix it.
“We’ll be up in the air before you know it.” I ran my thumb over the back of her hand. “Rest your head on my shoulder.”
Taylor did me one better and lifted the arm rest, snuggling up against my side as much as she could. I held her as the plane took off, savoring her warmth and the way her position hiked up the bottom of her sundress. Eventually, we reached cruising altitude, and she slowly let go of my hand.
“Would any of you like champagne?” the flight attendant asked.
“I’ll take a glass,” Taylor said.
“I’m fine,” I said. Harrison and Ethan refused the drinks, too—we never drank while on duty.
Taylor curled up in her seat, the tension in her body fading. Harrison stood and sat down on one of the couches that didn’t have a seatbelt, stretching his arm out across the back. Ethan had fallen asleep, his head against the side of the plane.
“So, what are we going to do when we get there?” Harrison asked.
“For the first night? Probably nothing besides looking out at the water and ordering food in,” Taylor said. “Then the next days, I have a bunch of events. Hopefully, we’ll have some time to ourselves, too.”
As much as I wanted her in bed with us, I was also looking forward to the idea of just hanging out. Maybe cuddling or looking out onto the water. It had been so long since I’d had any time with anyone like that. Taylor hadn’t, either, from what I could tell. Being able to introduce her to new things, whether it was romantic or sexual, was pulling me deeper and deeper into this relationship. Whatever it was.
We spent the rest of the flight chatting, reading, and eventually watching a ridiculous comedy that had Harrison laughing so hard that he woke up Ethan. By the time we landed, the sun was beginning to set, the view stunning from the plane window. I couldn’t wait to watch the sun dip below the horizon from the balcony of the hotel room.
Flying private meant that we skipped a bunch of the bullshit and long lines we usually had to deal with when we landed in commercial airports. Before I knew it, we were on our way to the resort. Of course, we’d scoped it out beforehand, talking with their head of security. Taylor’s room was going to be in a perfect location, far away from the entrances and high enough to deter anyone who wanted to climb up to get into her room.
The resort was brand new, the kind of place that was marketed toward people just like Taylor—wealthy and photogenic. An attendant swooped in the moment our limo pulled up, dressed in a white shirt with the resort’s logo embroidered on it and deep blue shorts. Ethan stopped the attendant from crowding Taylor.
“Hello, Miss Bailey,” the attendant said. “We’re so glad you’re here.”
“I’m glad to be here, too.” Taylor smiled.
“I’ll let our reception desk know that you’ve arrived, and I’ll escort you back to your suite.” The attendant nodded his head and went inside.
I scanned the premises as we walked through the open-air lobby, which was minimalist without seeming sterile. The attendant guided us up to our suite, which was decorated in the same style. It had one big bedroom for Taylor, and three rooms for me, Harrison, and Ethan, all off the central living room. Beyond that living room was the balcony, with a perfect, unhindered view of the ocean.
I wasn’t planning on sleeping in my bed. Luckily, the king-sized bed in Taylor’s room had a good amount of space.
“Oh, wow, I love this,” Taylor said, looking around the suite. “And there’s a gift basket, too!”
She sat in the living room area and opened the enormous gift basket. It was stuffed with high-end jewelry, clothes, makeup, skincare, everything she might have wanted. Taylor’s eyes widened when she reached the bottom, but she didn’t pull anything else out. She just returned some of the items she didn’t want to use right away into the box.
“There’s more champagne and wine over here. Some snacks, too,” Harrison said, pointing out another basket filled with food next to the minibar. They were really going all out for the influencers on this trip.
“Perfect.” Taylor hopped up and looked through that basket. “Do you want something to drink while we watch the sunset? Maybe a snack before we order dinner? Oh, they even have mocktails for you guys if you don’t want alcohol.”
“Sure, why not?” I said. “Go take a seat, and we’ll bring it out to you.”
She smiled and did as I said. Harrison, Ethan, and I gathered all the snacks and drinks, pouring her a glass of rosé, her favorite. The balcony was set up for moments just like this, with a couch, lounge chairs, and a table. I handed her the wine and held out the tray of chocolates. She beamed as she plucked one off the tray and popped it into her mouth. Her satisfiedmmmsent a bolt of heat down my cock, but I suppressed the urge to react.
