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The Billionaire's Forever (His Submissive #12)(10)
Author: Ava Claire

He pulled back, voice hot with mischief. “One of us is significantly overdressed.”

My lips split into a grin as I gripped his belt buckle. “We should work on that.”

I suddenly got the appeal of those rip-away pants. His belt buckle was like a rubik’s cube and I just wanted to rip it and everything keeping us apart to shreds. He pulled off his shirt, but his bottom half was still clothed. He took a look at my frustration and freed the belt. He started on the fly, but I stopped him. “Not yet.”

He quirked an eyebrow until I dropped to my knees. I licked my lips and put a hand on each side of his muscled h*ps and eased toward the zipper. I caught it with my teeth without embarrassing myself, but heat still fanned my cheeks and spread between my thighs as I drew it down. The two sides were open, revealing his groin to me. A thin strip of dark cotton surrounded the bulge of him and I felt the heat build into a flame as I pulled down the boxers, the full length of his erection snapping free. It was beautiful. From the mushroom shaped tip to the impressive swollen shaft. Veins bulged beneath the skin, blood engorging him, blood raging through my veins as I took him in my hand and came forward.

I sucked the tip, my tongue claiming every contour of it, loving the way his fingers threaded my hair and tightened when I focused on the underside of the head of him. I replaced my mouth with my hand and drug my tongue down the length of his shaft, not stopping until I hit the dense, wiry curls at his groin. I drew back to the tip and found a new stretch of him to explore until every inch had been touched by me. I sat back slightly, looking up into his lust hidden face.

“I see you too,” I whispered.

And with that, I took him in my mouth, the entire length plunging between my lips until I saw stars. I gagged slightly and I could feel him pause, gauging if I could take him. If I was ready.

I answered him by taking him farther, and he let out a groan that shook my whole body. He rocked in and out of my mouth and I could taste every bit of his desire as I sucked him.

Devoured him.

His grip tightened and I prepared myself for his cl**ax, but he pulled himself from my lips instead.

“Up,” he ordered huskily, eyes glazed and dangerous. “I have promises to keep.”

I didn’t hesitate and neither did he. He slammed me back against the door, just as the plane hit turbulence. He held me steady and for a brief moment my stomach dropped. On a regular plane, the seat belts light would have been flashing.

“Should we?” I stopped when he pushed me back and somehow without losing his own footing, brought my h*ps out, gripping only my leg. The whole room shook. My bones rattled. We should have been scurrying back to out seats, but the look in his eyes told me safety was the last thing on his mind.

When he thrust into me, full hilt, it was the last thing on my mind too.

God I loved this man. Nothing else had even been so sweet, so sexy. There was nowhere I’d rather be.

The plane took another tumble, this one pronounced and my heart dropped as I held onto him for dear life. He filled me, every pore of me straining. He couldn’t even wait until we were on solid ground to have me and there was something incredibly erotic about that. But as the cabin rattled like we were being shook by God himself, I was afraid.

“Jacob--“

“Do you trust me?” He was still inside me, balls deep, pressing me against the door. He wasn’t even registering the fact that anything not nailed down was shaking.

“Maybe we should--“

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I said softly, without hesitation. I looked him straight on, letting out a sigh as he rolled his h*ps and pushed deeper inside me. “I trust you Jacob.”

“Good.” He pulled himself from me slowly. Reluctantly. I figured we were on our way back out to the cabin, off to put our seat belts on before the attendant started yelling, asking if we were out of my mind. Instead, he swung me around and pushed me back onto the bed. I let out a gasp and gripped the sheets as the plane shuddered, making my teeth chatter.

I opened my mouth, eyeing his beautiful, muscled physique and almost forgot everything but my desire until the plane jerked, reminding me that we were veering close to danger. I kept waiting to hear the pilot come on the intercom screeching, “Mayday! Mayday!”

Jacob advanced onto the bed, eyes devouring me as he gripped me and pulled my body toward him. I wasn’t sure how he was keeping his balance and oblivious to everything but me, but I was having a serious psychological and physical debate. On one hand, even slight turbulence freaked me out and this far surpassed that. I felt like we were moments away from re-enacting the ‘Lost’ pilot. But physically I wanted him back inside me. My breathing was jagged. My skin felt electric. I was spread open and dripping for him.

“What if--”

“What if?” he cut in, muscles finally relaxing as he moved between my thighs, powerful features boring into me. “Then I want to have you one last time.”

He pushed back inside me and I surrendered. The white flag was thrown. There was nothing but this feeling, this bliss. My fingernails raked down his back and his moans silenced everything else but this. We didn’t use words. He didn’t give commands. We just lost ourselves in each other like it was our last time.

And then the plane was still. Smooth. Like the calm after the storm.

The intercom above us blared to life.

“Hello folks. We hit some choppy air, but I think we’re through the worst of it. Sorry for any inconvenience.”

I looked at Jacob and saw a flash of worry that he hid away with a chuckle. “I knew we’d be fine.”

****

Nothing could have prepared me for the water.

I’d seen pictures, movies set in the Caribbean. The water always seemed impossibly clear. Unattainably beautiful. Right outside of the small charter plane window turquoise colored water stretched as far as the eye could see. After the turbulence from the jet, I didn’t even mind the way the small plane trembled as the pilot steered us toward the landing strip on Mustique Island. I was too busy trying to wrap my mind around the fact that we were thousands of miles away from the city. From drama and all the things that kept me and Jacob apart. It was like a whole other world.

I reached over and interlaced my fingers between Jacob’s and butterflies danced in my stomach when he winked at me before returning to the conversation on his cell. He was using his ‘Mr. Whitmore’ voice, the one he reserved for business and when he wanted things done his way--or else.

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