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Fuck. I’d go to jail for her. But I’d hardly call kissing, rutting; they aren’t the same. If I were in a rut, we’d be doing more than that. This time, I manage to break the kiss. She pouts up at me, her pink lips puffy and her chin red from the stubble of my day-old beard.
“Don’t worry, princess, we will finish what we started.” I thumb her lower lip and groan when her tongue slips out to taste my skin.
I thread my fingers through hers and lead her back to the helipad. The pilot is waiting, and he climbs in, starting his first checks as soon as he sees me. I help Audrey into the helicopter and follow behind her. My whole body is thrumming with need for her. I have wanted no one this badly, ever.
Busying myself with making sure her headset is on and she is secure in her seat, I try to ignore the lust flowing through my veins. She watches me, a mixture of the sub she pretends to be sometimes, and the brat swirling in the depths of her eyes, and I hope the brat wins. Once she is secure, I strap myself in and put on the headset.
“Is the pilot on this channel?” Her voice is like a soft caress along the shell of my ear, and any of the hardness that had gone down responded to her as if she reached out and cupped me through my pants.
I shift to give myself a little more room in my slacks, and her eyes drop to my hips. The heat in her gaze doesn’t help, and I half-growl, half-groan when she doesn’t immediately bring her eyes back up to mine.
“No,” I reply.
“That’s too bad.” She looks over at the pilot as he completes his last checks outside before she returns her gaze to me. “I wanted him to hear what a good girl I could be, Daddy.”
“How red do you want your cheeks, princess? You’re earning quiet the punishment.”
She presses her legs together in a move I wouldn’t have caught if I weren’t obsessively watching her. Perfume, sweet and chocolatey, fills the small interior. If I had a divider to put between us and the pilot, I would. Next time we are taking the jet.
“But you like it,” she protests.
I hum. Her eyes sparkle.
“Don’t you, Daddy?”
Shit, she is going to be the death of me, or at least the death of my restraint. I’m not the kind that gives in to public displays, but I’m ready to tug her into my lap and have her demand her own pleasure from me on the way back home. Maybe I am entering a rut, but that would mean that she is releasing pheromones for a heat. Is that the extra sweetness of her perfume? Speaking to the alpha in me directly?
“I told you to knock the daddy shit off.” I press my head against the headrest and roll my head to the side to look at her.
She grins. “Right, but I’ve found it gets me what I want.”
“You want to be spanked?”
Her cheeks flush, giving me my answer. Why did I pick some place so far from home? My fingers curl into my palms as I imagine her over my lap, her round ass on display for me, my handprint a red mark that will fade on her skin. And most of all, her tantalizing scent wrapping around my senses like the pied piper calling me home.
I lick my lips and glance away. “Don’t look at me like that, Audrey,” I grind out.
She inhales, her breath catching as if my words do something to her. The mic picks up on her tiny whine as she exhales, and I snap my head back in her direction. I can barely hold myself in my seat as the pilot starts the helicopter running through the rest of his pre-check. The rotors thwomp-thwomp-thwomp a steady pulse through me, my need for Audrey growing the faster they turn.
The flight feels like it takes forever, and as soon as we touch down, I’m tearing off my headset and unstrapping, my eyes never leaving my omega. Her fingers fumble at the latches, and I reach over, easily releasing her, then I take off her headset and set it to the side.
I know the pilot will finish up and go home. He’s not new to the position. So I tug her with me, wordlessly leading her to the elevator.
As soon as the doors slide shut, she’s in my arms. I press into her, trapping her against the metal wall. Then I hold her there with my hips as I hit the button for our floor. My mouth is on hers before the elevator moves. I have half a mind to stop the elevator and give into this rut that has taken over. But the doors slide open on our floor, and I sweep her up in my arms, eager for more.
The penthouse door swings wide before we get to it, which is just fine with me. Saint and Felix stare at me, us really, as I pass them and head for my room. I’m not sharing. Not tonight.
“Where have you been?” Saint demands.
“We were worried.” Felix shares a look with Saint that should make me feel guilty, and probably would if being inside of her wasn’t the only thing my brain can think about.
I ignore them as Audrey gives them a lopsided smile and waves her fingers at them. “Daddy Zade took me out for dinner.”
A growl rumbles my chest, and my cock pulses at the use of the nickname falling from her lips so easily. I twist her in my arms, throwing her over my shoulder at the same time as my hand smacks her ass. She yelps before a nervous laugh slips out.
“Now he’s going to teach me a lesson,” she says, lifting slightly to look at them, I assume. Her fingers wrapping around my belt and holding on.
I kick my bedroom door shut, cutting off the brief conversation. Then I set her on her feet and circle her, reaching for the zipper in her dress. It falls like a free-falling skydiver, and she lets the sleeves follow suit. The shimmery dress pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but heels, thigh-high stockings, and a lacy pair of panties.
