“As am I.” I grab his hand and lead him to the front of the jet, away from the others.
“Let’s start with this. How about you tell me about your father.”Maybe if I understand their relationship, I can improve ours.
Sitting me on his lap, Dash scratches his chin’s stubble. “Wow. Where to begin? From what I can gather, he inherited an estate, millions of dollars in debt. Developers wanted the property to make a shopping center, but he felt obligated to those who rented the land. Over a dozen farmers would lose their livelihood if he sold out.”
He stares out at the clouds, his thoughts far off. “Before the title, he worked as a barrister and could’ve made good money but did a lot of pro bono cases. Then, there was my mom, and her problems…”
Eyes on his beautiful face, I press my hand to his heart. “You said she died of an opioid overdose, right?”
“Correct. The doctors prescribed them for back pain, and she never kicked the habit.” At his heavy sigh, I feel bad for bringing up the past.
“We don’t have to-”
“No, I’m fine.” Foreheads touching, he kisses my nose. “When she passed, my dad buried himself in his causes. Without Maid Marion to temper his compulsion to steal, he became who he is today.”
My head shakes back and forth. “Surely, Scotland Yard knows he’s a thief?”
“Suspects, firefly. They’ve never had proof.” His statement astounds me.How can anyone be that clever?
“And MI6?” Surely, the intelligence community knows what Alistair is up to.
Scowling, his jaw muscles tic. “They don’t bloody care who he is or what he does. Whenever they need something stolen, they call on him. For spooks, the end justifies the means and all that rubbish.”
“So why continue to help him?” I hold my breath, hoping he’ll tell the truth, not just to me, but to himself.
“He’s getting older. I don’t want the rotter, to end up in jail.”
Bullshit.“Be honest. You like it.” As I tilt my head, he shoots me a wry smile.
“Well, I do enjoy using rich pretentious fucktard’s money for good causes.” Cellphone out, he shares his screen, and scrolls past dozens of happy kids. “These are our war orphans. Some were maimed and many needed expensive surgeries. Our foundation takes care of them.”
His passion moves me to tears which I wipe off on his shirt, and I hug him tight. “I am so lucky to have found you.”
“Ditto, luv. There’s a bed in the back. Let’s go.” Hands at my waist, he lifts me to rise, and tugs me past the others.
They’re all fast asleep except Suds who raises a brow and smirks. For once, the jokester keeps his quips to himself.
In the bedroom, Dash throws off the spread and catlike, backs me onto the king-sized mattress. Climbing up my body, his mouth claims mine. As his groans fire my nerve endings, I slide my hands under his shirt and adore him with my palms.
On his knees, he tosses his shirt aside and pulls mine over my head. Afraid he’ll tear my only bra, I twist it down. Before I can undo the clasps, he kisses down my chest, sucks a nipple, and as it puckers, my clit swells.
While I kick off my shoes, I arch my pelvis to the hard want behind his zipper. The heat between us rises, our breaths hitch, and as I reach to his fly, he grabs my wrists and handcuffs me to the headboard.
“Where did-”
“Quiet.” He slides off my pants, raises my knees, and drops his head between my legs.
When my nub blossoms more, I dig my top teeth to my lower lip, and he chuckles. Kissing my inner thigh, he glides his tongue closer to the bullseye.
“Dash. Please, please bring me higher.”
“I’m in charge, remember?” Eyes glistening, he glances up my body until I nod.
Satisfied, he tortures me further. His tongue circles the area around my pleasure palace but never quite touches it. When his hand slips up my body to pinch a nipple, I spread so wide, my muscles sting.
“Oh, oh God.” I buck to meet his mouth and he backs away.
“Don’t move.” His impassioned gaze glued to mine, he strips, and his cock jumps to life.
