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I’m going to Los Angeles!I always dreamed of visiting Tinseltown. Like New York City, it was a shiny, sparkly place of the unreal. Paul had me on his Falcon 8X jet. My conscience battled with thoughts on the environment, privilege, and absurd indulgence; I shouldn’t have taken this plane. But then, a tiny part of me loved that Paul Crane was so eager to have me that he sent a plane.
We were utterly in lust with each other, for sure. My own heart had been affected by him. But how could I reach Paul’s? I didn’t know. Thoughts like this led to sadness and could ruin our time together. Therefore, I focused on everything else happening.
I planned to tell Mom about this impromptu trip after I arrived. I considered a sick note for class but decided against itin case a photograph of us surfaced online. That was the odd part of being with Paul—his fame and notoriety. I had more messages online and on my phone from people asking me for interviews. So far, no one had become aggressive, but would it remain that way?
After messaging Sophie to record the class and texting Xander, I could see the hills and lights of the City of Angels. When we landed, Ben led me off the plane. Paul was at the end of the tarmac, and everything else faded away. He appeared the same as on the webcam and instantly piqued my hormones. I rushed toward his outstretched arms, and my heart pounded as I took off running to him.
Paul laughed as I threw my arms around his neck, tangling his hands in my hair, sending electrical currents zinging all over my body. His lips sealed to mine in a searing kiss that curled my toes. I cried out into his mouth and writhed as he lifted me by my buttocks onto his hardness bulging from his jeans. My inner walls contracted, eager to be filled by him.
Paul broke our kiss to run his tongue down my neck, yanking the front of my shirt, breaking all the buttons, and burying his head between my breasts, which barely stayed inside the push-up bra. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and threw my head back.
“Get in the car.”
I could barely register what was happening as Laurence launched himself in front of us and the onslaught of bright flashes of camera lights.
Paul hugged me to block the front of my body. “Oh, fuck.”
Oh no!
Laurence crab-walked us to the car, keeping his body in front to avoid the photographers capturing more photos of us. Paul wrapped his arm around me protectively until we were seated inside. Laurence turned on the car and peeled off down the road.
Paul lifted his arm and cuddled me to his side. “Are you okay?”
“I…I don’t know,” I stuttered, and Paul squeezed my shoulder. What had they captured in the photos? Would my parents see them? My school? Friends?
He took out his phone. “I’ll try to get my lawyer to fight the publication. If push comes to shove, I’ll buy the pictures. The paparazzi have become a constant nuisance since Paris. I hadn’t thought…” He stopped speaking.That was the problem.We weren’t thinking with our heads.
I stayed quiet while he talked on the phone, replaying every moment in my mind. It was private and intimate, but what would the public say?
He sighed when he hung up. “Thank you, Laurence.”
“Thank you, Laurence, so much,” I echoed.
“It’ll work out, Nadia. Don’t worry.”
“Laurence is right. The public will be more upset about the use of private planes. I’ve already had a statement prepared and donations aside for such occurrences. We’ve kissed before in public, so no one is surprised. I’ll have to learn to use patience until we’re alone. You’re irresistible. Who would blame me?”
He lifted my chin and kissed my smile. He cupped me, keeping me stimulated, and my breath and pulse picked up. Paul was delayed, not deterred. He’d take me the second we were alone. I placed my hand on top of his as he bent to kiss my neck.
“That’s right, Nadia. I’m not done with you yet.”
We rode for a while on the highway before disappearing into the hills. I glimpsed at what I could see from the tint of the dark windows—which were primarily gates and carefully trimmed bushes that blocked the view of the homes. But I’d seen enough online to know I was probably passing the houses of the biggest names in America.
Relief took hold of me once a gate opened, and we disappeared behind it. Laurence pulled up the circle drive and down a ramp to an underground parking garage. An underground swimming pool was visible behind a well-lit glass wall with lights and teal-blue tile.Wow.
Paul walked away from the car to talk to Laurence and shook his hand before coming to take mine. He made it as far as the above patio of the pool before turning to me.
Paul’s pupils were black with desire, and his thick cock tented the front of his pants. The madness he had on the tarmac had returned, and I couldn’t be more excited.
“Don’t hold back. Hurt me, make me feel you for days,” I taunted, taking a slight step back, wanting him out of controlfor me. It was hard to believe those words just came out of my mouth.Who am I?I sounded wanton.
Paul growled and balled the front of my shirt, yanking me to him. He pinched the latch for my push-up bra and freed my breasts. “You want me to hurt you, baby?”
He scraped my nipple with his teeth as he pulled, and I moaned into the top of his head. Tugging on my jeans to unfasten the buttons at my fly, Paul didn’t even wait to pull them off before pressing his tongue against my clit. Again, I gasped and sobbed, my hands and legs twisting to work the rest of the jeans down my legs to keep contact.Oh, Paul. Yes.
He took us down to the floor. The cold marble chilled my hot skin as he rolled me over, lifting me to straddle his mouth. I rolled my hips as he slid through my slick flesh, his tongue piercing inside me. I felt powerful on top, like I owned him.
I squeezed my eyes shut and gaped my mouth as my breathing turned chaotic. I could feel myself reaching the brink of orgasm when Paul lifted me off him.
