“You gon’ get us in trouble,” she whispered.
“You on my lap doin’ all this,” he whispered back, sliding his hands under her shirt. “You the trouble.”
Her skin shivered under his touch.
“Tell me somethin’ else,” he murmured, lips brushing her jaw. “Tell me somethin’ real.”
Ariana Grande’s POV started playing. It was her favorite song on the playlist she’d created for this ride in the sky.
“I trust you,” she breathed.
Zaire’s eyes closed like she’d blessed him.
“Take your shirt off,” he whispered. “Let me see you.”
She lifted it slowly, revealing the lace bralette she picked on purpose. Zaire dragged his hands over her ribs, her waist, and her hips, slow enough to memorize every inch.
“You’re mine,” he said, voice dropping. “You don’t even know how deep you got me,”
she whimpered.
The plane leveled, and he cupped her ass, pulling her down harder onto him. “I got you flyin’ through the sky sittin’ on my lap. Cinderella ain’t never lived like this.”
She laughed.
“As soon as we land,” he whispered, kissing her neck, “I’m takin’ you somewhere nobody can hear you.”
“Zaire-”
“Nah, you wanted to spoil me? Aight, but I’m eatin’ first.”
She gasped when he rocked his hips under her. “Zaire…”
“Aight, baby,” he said, calming himself and pulling her closer so her head rested against his chest. “Let me calm down before I do somethin’ stupid.”
Meadow settled into him, the jet humming softly like a soundtrack to their escapade, his heartbeat strong under her ear.
She could feel Zaire’s hand stroking her back as he whispered, “Marai…you the slipper and the castle…you the whole story.”
She smiled into his shirt.
“And you?” she murmured.
He kissed the top of her head.
“I’m the nigga who finally caught you.”
The jet toucheddown softer than Meadow expected.
Almost too soft, like the world itself knew she needed a gentle landing after everything the last few weeks had taken out of her.
When they climbed down the steps, the evening air brushed against her cheeks. They made it back to the range in no time. Of course, he drove and they were both still high off the altitude.
Zaire squeezed her hand before he got out, walking ahead to talk to a contractor who’d been waiting by a black SUV. He’d been juggling so much lately - the grounds, the house expansion, the staff restructuring, the lawsuits True was pressing, the PR cleanup - it all made Meadow’s chest ache with a mix of pride and guilt.
She stayed back by the Cadillac, fingers brushing over the hood as she inhaled the fresh air.
That’s when his phone started buzzing on the seat.
