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“Can I just ask… why? I mean, I know we?—”
I cross the room in two strides and pull her into my arms. “Why” is a very loaded question I’m not sure I have the best answer to, and I’m not gonna try to make some shit up.
So instead, I kiss her.
This is easier.
This makes a hell of a lot more sense.
I mean to only kiss her this once. One solid, reassuring kiss to seal the promise that as long as she’s with me, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
But God help me, she tastes so damn good. Like honey and wine, and I can’t drink my fill.
And so one thing leads to more things. Hands pulling apart clothing, kisses turning to bites and muffled moans. I devour her until there’s not a shred of fabric left between us and when I slide into her, both of our inhales seize up at once.
I kiss her when she comes. I swallow down her screams of pleasure, the moans that follow as she spasms and grinds herself on my cock.
I grind back, giving her every solid inch as deep as I can fucking go.
And soon, I’m feeding her my own grunts and groans. Shuddering and pushing even deeper as I feel my body pour into her.
Mine.
This is how we fall asleep together. Tangled, gasping, trembling, but sated. Satisfied.
Safe.
10
CLARA
“Wow…”
I let Willow do the awestruck talking for the both of us. Mainly because my jaw refuses to lift from the floor.
When Dem said “private jet,” I imagined something like a small… I don’t know… like, propeller plane?
I dunno. All I do know is that the jet we’re walking toward ishuge. Yet another testimony to how insanely wealthy Demyen actually is.
Don’t get me wrong; I don’t actually care about money. He could be scraping by on minimum wage, and he’d still light my insides on fire. But damn, does it feel good to be taken care of by someone who actually wants to share his wealth and resources with us.
“Ladies first.” Demyen holds his hand out to Willow, who giggles and takes it as she steps onto the boarding stairs. He makes sure she gets up halfway before the flight attendant holds her own hand out and helps Willow the rest of the way.
He turns and holds his hand out to me next. I take it, and instantly feel heat surge through my fingertips and straight to my core.
“After you,” he murmurs in my ear. I feel my cheeks blush as he guides me up.
Inside the jet, it’s basically a palace. Willow can’t stop gasping and pointing at everything, from the black marble coffee table to the luxurious leather couches and several overstuffed lounge chairs that rotate. There’s a small kitchenette and mini bar, a flat screen television, and a small corridor that looks like it leads to the bathroom and?—
“There’s a bedroom in the back,” Demyen mentions with a nod to the corridor. “King-sized bed, vanity, small closet, et cetera.”
“Et cetera,” I mutter under my breath with a giggle. “You’re out of your mind.”
“Mommy! Mommy! Look!” Willow literally jumps onto the couch and continues to jump, her pigtails swinging around her face.
My heart drops into my stomach. “Willow! Get down!” I hiss. Mostly for her safety, but also because her shoes are now all over Demyen’s expensive leather and oh my God, I don’t even know how to clean real leather?—
My panicked thoughts are interrupted by Demyen swooping around and catching her mid-jump around her waist. “Hey there! How about we let the plane do the flying, huh?”
