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My stomach pitched forward, and I bit my lip, looking out the window as the plane started to taxi away from the airport. His hand reached for mine, pulling me towards him on the couch. There was no one else on the plane besides the two of us and the pilot, who was isolated in the cockpit. I sighed, thankful that we could just relax.
Shane reached over my lap and grabbed the seat belt, buckling me in. I opened my mouth to protest that I didn’t need his help, but then I thought better of it and closed it. I stared into his eyes, relishing the challenge that I saw within them. I raised my chin a little bit in the tiniest show of defiance, and he grinned.
It felt like he could see right through me, like he knew what I needed before I really did.
Last night, little girl, I gave you a taste of my belt. Don’t make me give it to you for real this time.
The memory of his warning cut through me, and my stomach dropped precipitously. I lowered my gaze and leaned against him, closing my eyes as his warmth surrounded me. My fingers brushed against his belt. It hadn’t been on purpose, but I didn’t stop myself from dragging my fingertip along its edge after I realized what I was doing.
What if Ididwant him to use it for real? What if I wanted to know what that was like?
I already knew what a belt felt like in Shane’s hand, but I also knew that he’d used it before in a way meant to arouse me, and it had worked. The fucking that had come afterward had been well worth the stinging marks.
Had he been teasing me? His threat had felt like the real deal, but I couldn’t tell if it was safe to let my guard down like that with him.
What if I did want that? Would he think something was wrong with me if I did?
Although we hadn’t spent weeks or months together yet, I already knew he was a good man. I knew that he wouldn’t try to prevent me from thriving in a world that was meant for me, and that when we were around other people, we would always present as equals.
We had all the makings for something truly great.
When he and I were together, free from any judgmental gazes, things were different. Could he really be my safe space? Could I truly trust him to give me what I needed?
I’d dreamed about a man like him many times in the comfort of my own bed, but the difference here was that this one wasn’t fictional. Shane was the real deal.
He knew that I didn’t need him to tell me what to do. I was more than capable of taking care of myself. I had done it time and time again. I had made hard decisions and survived incredibly difficult situations in the past. All those things had made me into the woman I was today. My brothers recognized it. To know that I was marrying a man that saw that too had been a pipe dream that I’d never thought would ever come to fruition, not even in my wildest fantasies, but… maybe… just maybe Shane could be myeverything.
I’d even been brave enough to call him Daddy.
I hadn’t just called him that out of irritation or annoyance. It had kind of just slipped out, but I wasn’t sorry that it did either. I’d seen the glint of arousal in his eyes when I’d said that single word, and I’d liked that. It had felt good to call him Daddy, and I wanted to do it again.
There was no missing the fact that it had made his cock really hard, too.
Slowly, I spread my hand out on his chest, feeling the need to get even closer to him than I already was. His own fingers pressed over mine, strong and secure, and I took a deep breath. If he could be that man, it would be well worth the leap of faith, especially before I walked down the aisle and officially became his wife.
It would be nice to know if I could truly have it all with him, but was I really ready to take that chance?
His fingers started massaging the top of my scalp, petting in slow circles as I nestled against him. It felt nice to be able to relax like this, to not always have to be on the lookout for myself and to know that he was doing that for me. Even in the meeting with Maxim, he’d restrained himself, but there was still a slight protective streak that had bled through his casual demeanor. If Maxim had made a move against me, Shane would have jumped in and protected me, no questions asked.
It would have been a fight, but I had no doubt that Shane would have snapped Maxim’s neck if he’d needed to in order to keep me safe. The thought of that kind of possessiveness made my heart skip a beat.
His soft touch lulled me into an even calmer state, and I found myself gradually falling asleep in his arms. By the time I woke up, the plane had landed, and somehow Shane had gotten me from the plane into an elegant limo. I groaned, feeling his strong thighs beneath me, and I reached up to wrap my hands around his neck.
With my body pressed against his, I realized that he must have carried me inside the vehicle all by himself. I opened my eyes and peered up at him, only to have him kiss my forehead with tender sweetness. A shiver of delight raced down my spine, one of pleasure and happiness and belonging all melding together as one. I smiled and snuggled in closer as the limo finally pulled to a stop.
“We’re here, sweet girl,” he murmured. I wrapped my arms around him a bit more tightly for a moment before I let go.
“Where is here?” I asked softly.
“New York City. My family owns a penthouse on the Upper East Side in case there is ever a need to get away for a little bit. It isn’t common knowledge, and I’m the only one with the address, plus it has some very extravagant perks that make it safer than the White House. It’s the perfect place to hide out for a few days,” he replied.
“Sounds pretty fancy,” I smirked.
“You could say that,” he said with a lighthearted grin.
I crawled out of his lap a bit reluctantly and watched as he climbed out of the car. He turned and offered his hand to me like a gentleman, and I took it gratefully. I stood up and he wound his arm around my waist. The constant contact between us cemented us together, and I relished it. The doorman nodded his head in greeting as he pulled open the magnificent wooden door, and we walked inside together, hand in hand.
The center of the door appeared to be made of thick metal. Upon further inspection, I noticed all the additional reinforced steel that made up the exterior of the building, including more inside the entryway. Shane hadn’t been joking about security. We passed through one foyer and then another. The further we walked inside, the more apparent it was that the entire place could become a steel cage if necessary.
