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“Come on, baby, stop pouting. We’re on holiday.” I whisper in her ear.
“I’m not pouting. I’m considering a new strategy to make you talk, love,” she says.
I see her lips twitch, but she keeps her eyes trained ahead of us, following the banter between Tony and Sookie intently.
I sigh, shaking my head. “Are you ever going to make anything easy, doll?”
She turns to look at me, biting on her full lower lip. “Never! What would be the fun in that? Plus, to be entirely precise, you’re the one who’s playing difficult this time, Mr. Moneybags, keeping secrets from your future wife and making me die of curiosity like this, for shame!”
I chuckle, nodding to my pilot when he silently asks if we’re ready for take-off. Then I see that Lynn is spreading a soft, fuzzy throw over both of us, and I frown as it is far from cold.
Nevertheless, because we knew that the acquisition would be formalized just today, we could only arrange for a night flight. So maybe she’s a little sleepy.
She snuggles to my side, and I relax a bit, thinking she finally got tired of asking me where we are going —at least for now.
"So, where to, my darling sweetest love?” she asks, her tone mischievous.
I smile down at her, kissing the side of her mouth. “To the Caribbean, babe.”
Lynn rolls her eyes, huffing a little. “I know that, but what’s the itinerary? What’s our first stop?”
I shake my head. I had promised myself I would keep the whole holiday hush-hush from Lynn, but she was relentless in her interrogation of all of us — she’s a damn fine lawyer, after all— and she managed to get Carl and Jane to accidentally confirm the general destination.
But was it enough for my stubborn fiery love?
Not even close.
“Ugh, come on, Dev! Don’t be mean.”
“You will find out soon enough where we’re going to land, and it's going to be awesome. I'm not being mean, and you know it. You only want me to tell you ‘cause you want to prove to our friends you can win.”
She purses her lips. “It was never about winning, Devon. I really just was honestly curious.”
I feel my eyebrows reach my hairline. “Was? What about now?”
Lynn shrugs. “Hmm, well… nowyoujust made it about winning, love, and we both know who’s better at getting their way.”
I laugh. “You mean, I know who’s the very spoiled one between us, don’t you, doll?”
She leans closer to me, clutching my arm. “Fine, be that way,” she murmurs in my ear and then gently bites on my earlobe, making me jump off my seat as I feel a surge of electricity run up and down my back and jolting up a part of me that never gets a rest around her.
“Shit, you know what that does to me, baby. Stop it!” I growl.
I’ve been hot and bothered all day as it is — I always feel like I need to get laid after I close down on an important deal—, plus we have been so damn busy, we haven’t fucked in more than three days; a new personal record for us.
Lynn giggles. “Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. Hmm… maybe I’ll do something very bad…”
I feel her hand slip under the throw and travel slowly upward on the inside of my thigh, a wicked smile on her lips. One of her fingers slides up the bulge that has suddenly started making my jeans uncomfortable, and my heart flips.
“Lynn, come on!” I instinctively look around to make sure no one is watching us, even if I know it would be impossible for our friends to see. For one thing, the seats are too spaced apart for them to really make out what my fiancée is doing to me, and for another, it’s already pretty dark. Not to mention the fact that they all look like they’re about to fall asleep as it is. They haven’t even bothered turning on their personal television screens.
“What?” she asks, her voice low and seductive, and then I feel her pull down my zipper as the jet starts to lift off the runway.
“Stop it, baby, you’re making me hard.”
I feel her lips on my neck as she mouths my skin hotly, my cock now going at full power, hard and aching to the point I have to bite my lips close to stop the growl that is threatening to escape my throat.
"Tell me," she asks.
