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I’ve been fucking distracted.
Vance’s threats have no teeth. I can go to the Borgia underboss with what I know, and Vance will be in the morgue in less than twenty-four-hours with a toe tag.
I breathe a sigh of relief that he’s the attorney on record for the case and not Jillian.
We get on the jet I rented and the captain tells us we’re cleared for take-off.
Jillian wanders down the center row on unsteady feet. I hand her suitcase and my duffle bag to the captain who stores them near the cockpit.
I steer her to a set of leather tufted chairs and she falls into one, her hands caressing the armrests. “This is nice.”
I take the seat next to her. “Would be nicer if you were naked and riding me the entire flight.”
“It’s only an hour.” She quips.
“I can do a lot of damage to you in an hour, sparkles.” I wink and click my seatbelt.
Upon closer examination, her seatbelt isn’t fastened.
“Sparkles, your seatbelt.” I unbuckle myself and reach for her strap, which is wedged under her arse. “Lift that gorgeous behind for me.”
Her eyes fly to mine and when I smirk, she pivots her hips and the warmth from her arse turns my cock to steel. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. Ever.” I pull the buckle forward, but the belt is too short to go around her.
My woman is thick, solid, full of life. Fuuuck.
“These damn seatbelts never fit my body.” She adjusts the strap extender to make it longer.
“Your body fits me.” I hold her face. “Every fucking inch of it fits me.”
She bats her eyes at me, her chest rising again. “Really?”
I would usually snap at anyone questioning my word, a pet peeve of mine. But that urge is absent when it comes to her. This woman.
My woman.
You’re not obsessed. You’re in love.
Balor’s words tighten my throat.
Instead of fighting it, I have a burning desire to lean into this.
“Absa-fucking-lutely.” I kiss her forehead and then settle into the seat next to her.
Holding her hand, we lift off. She squeezes it for a few minutes as the plane levels off.
I waved the need for an attendant when I ordered the plane, because for a fleeting moment, I saw myself with my pants around the ankles fucking Jillian the entire flight.
Seeing how upset she is, I wouldn’t dare.
“Drink?” I ask.
“It’s eleven a.m.,” she says softly. “I can’t show up at the hospital—”
“I meant water, or juice.” I unbuckle and swagger toward the cabin pantry, feeling her eyes on me.
My arse twitches from her burning stare. I’ll use my body to make her fall for me. I’ll use my cock to pacify her carnal desires. I’ll use my power to make her mine.
