“Promise?”
I chuckle.
“Is it going to be like when you said I needed new luggage for this trip and I insisted I didn’t, and you said you wouldn’t get me any when I asked you not to waste your money?”
“You did need new luggage. Your suitcase was scratched.”
“It was barely noticeable.” She rolls her eyes.
“I never promised anything,” I say, smiling as she pokes me in my side.
“I do like it, though. It’s really pretty.”
Her eyes track to the matching carry-on on the floor beside her seat. It’s dark blue with a sterling silver ‘HB’ embossed on it.
“Thank you.” She presses a kiss to my jaw.
I groan and unfasten my seatbelt. “Come on, Miss Burton. It’s time you went to bed.”
The flight attendant just took the pilots a coffee, so no one sees me as I lift her into my arms bridal style, causing her to giggle as I stride off to the rear of the aircraft where there’s a private bedroom.
I open the door and maneuver us inside.
“Lock the door,” I instruct.
Hallie blinks at me and then reaches out and slides the lock over, keeping her eyes on mine.
“Are you going to put me to bed now? Make me rest?”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
I walk to the bed and place her on it. A small huff of disappointment passes her lips and I smile internally. She’s been up for everything since I moved her into my place yesterday. She wanted to have sex in every room before we left for London. She said I should think of it as a cleansing ritual.
I live in a one hundred and seventy-five-million-dollar penthouse on 57thStreet, aptly named ‘Billionaire’s Row’.
With two floors and seventeen rooms.
If she didn’t bring me to life with her energy, then I’d feel every day of my fifty years today. Seventeen times in less than twenty-four hours and she’s still reaching for my belt as she bites her lower lip and gives methatlook.
“Baby girl,” I murmur.
“I’ll rest after,” she breathes. “Besides, you want it, don’t you?” She squeezes my already rock-hard dick as if to prove a point.
I inhale slowly and let out a slow groan as she unfastens my belt and slides my zipper down. She bends to press a kiss to the head of my dick through my underwear.
“We can be quick,” she says, pulling the waistband of my boxers down and freeing my cock. She swipes up the bead of precum leaking from my slit with her tongue and moans as she swallows it down.
“Jesus Christ.”
All decorum leaves me as I’m overtaken by red-hot desire. I rip my pants out of the way, kicking them off my feet, then grab a handful of her hair and hold her face in front of my crotch. She looks at me, eyes glittering.
“You want your mouth fucked, Baby girl? Is that it?”
“Mm-hm.” She bites her lower lip as I rub my thumb over it.
“Say it,” I urge.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to the head of my weeping dick. “Even harder than the last time.”
