“Because the look on your face right now, and your body posture, would suggest to me that the thought of me eventhinkingabout someone else drives you wild.”
“You’re cute, Liam but you’re notthatfucking cute,” he replies.
“Oh really? Your actions the other day prove otherwise.” My eyes narrow in on the obvious erection sporting through his sweatpants. “And is that a flashlight down there, or are you getting ready to put out a fire?”
He places his hand over his crotch and adjusts himself and his cheeks turn a deep shade of red. Fuck, the man looks absolutely delicious, even in his delirious and jealous state. No matter what he says or does my body can’t help react to him, and if this is a preview of what’s to come, then Idefinitelyhave high hopes for these next few days. Sun. Pool. Cocktails. Food. And Dylan walking around completely naked. All the perfect ingredients for a dirty martini. There are so many qualities to this man that appeal to me, the obvious being his sex appeal, his strikingly handsome—hotlooks, and the fact that he has an enormous cock that I get to devour whenever I want is an added bonus. And how can I resist that sweet personality of his?
“We haven’t even left yet, and already you’re thinking about sex, aren’t you?” he asks.
“You know me too well, Dylan. I’m very impressed. I mean, can you blame me? You are fucking hot.”
He blushes again, and before I have the opportunity to say anything else, my phone alerts me of a text message from Hugo informing me he’s waiting outside.
“Our ride is here. Are you ready to go?”
“Ride?” he inquires.
“To the airport.”
He picks up his bags, tossing his backpack over his shoulder, and I grab my own bags. I do a quick once-over of the house, making sure I haven’t left anything behind, then set the alarm and close the door.
It takes us over an hour to get to the airport, even though it’s usually a twenty-minute drive from my house. Having Hugo drive us instead of battling the traffic was definitely a wise idea. It appears that everyone in Chicago is leaving the city and heading away for the holiday season. Once we enter the private section of the airport and clear security, he drives the cart to the hangar. I step out of the vehicle with Dylan, gather our bags and after thanking Hugo, he drives off. Leading the way, I head to the hanger doors, enter the security code and wait for the door to slide fully open.
“There she is, my beautiful pride and joy.”
“What’s this?” Dylan asks.
“Um, I'm pretty sure they call it a jet plane,” I answer, sarcastically.
“Stop being a smart ass. I mean, what are we doing here?” he asks.
“Well, you didn’t think we were going to drive to the middle of the Caribbean, did you?”
“You—you own a jet?”
I nod. “I do. You sound surprised.”
“I suppose I shouldn’t be, given that you’re a billionaire and all, I just, I don’t know. I’m not really sure what I expected.”
“I understand that, and I still stand by what I told you, I don’t splash my cash around. However, there are only two ways to get to Necker Island, by sea and by air. But it’s not a direct flight, so we need to first fly to Beef Island, where I can leave my jet and then we make another journey to the island.”
“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“I have to. I aim to please,” I reply with a smile.
We take a step inside the hanger and place our bags by the door, then I grab Dylan’s hand and move toward the plane. I walk around the outside of the plane, showing him every detailed inch before giving her a gentle rub. When we get to the other side of the plane, I unlock the door and pull it open. It opens as a staircase leading into the aircraft. I walk up the stairs and into the plane, then turn around to look at Dylan who is still standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Are you coming?” I ask.
“You can’t be serious,” he replies.
“About what? I already told you that the only way to the island is by sea or by air.”
“I mean, you don’t seriously expect me to get on this plane with you flying it. I mean, do you even knowhowto fly a plane?”
I arch my brows and glare at him, not saying a word, but to be perfectly honest, I rather enjoy seeing him freak out. It makes him look rather sexy.
“Just get on the plane, Dylan.”
