“To Ohio?”
I nodded. “I was serious when I said I’d like to help out with the girls.”
“Sutton—”
I pressed two fingers to his lips. “Before you tell me the million reasons why you’re not right for me and weshouldn’t get too close, I should tell you that I’m not taking no for an answer.”
His eyebrow quirked, and he nipped at the tip of my pointer. “Is that so?”
“Ow.” I pulled my finger back and shook it. “And yes. If you want to continue to be able to tell me what to do in the bedroom, you’re going to have to give elsewhere, so I don’t feel like everything is completely one-sided.”
Jagger grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the finger he’d just bitten. “I thought you enjoyed giving up control.”
“I do. I absolutely do. But I need to be heard, Jagger. I want to support you. It doesn’t mean I think you’re going to propose, or that we need to do every little thing together, but I do need balance to feel like I’m not being used.”
Jagger’s face grew serious. He looked into my eyes, and by some miracle, I kept from cracking. Eventually, he nodded. “Okay.”
My eyes widened. “Really? Okay? I thought you were going to be way more difficult than that.”
His eyes narrowed. “Are you saying I’m a pushover?”
“No. No. You’re more of a tyrant.”
Both his brows popped this time. “A tyrant?”
“Well, yes. You’re bossy.”
He shook his head. “I think you should quit while you’re ahead, Sutton.”
I grinned and pressed my lips to his. “Thank you for giving in. I really didn’t want to give up the mind-blowing orgasms.”
Jagger chuckled. He looked so much younger when he was relaxed like this. “We have to get on the road by seven thirty. The social worker is meeting me there at eleven, and it’s a two-hour flight.”
“I need to run home and get a change of clothes, take a quick shower.”
“Sam will take you. I’ll have him drop you off, then come back and get me, and we’ll pick you up again on the way to the airport. How does that sound?”
“Perfect. Thank you.”
“I need to get in the shower and make a few business calls.” Jagger pulled back the cover and stood. I hadn’t really gotten the chance to check out his bare ass before. It was firm and sculpted like the rest of the man.
“Jeez. You must do a lot of squats.”
He turned, and apparently his ass wasn’t the only thing hard. I licked my lips without even realizing I was doing it.
“Stop looking at me like that or neither one of us is going to make it to the airport on time.”
I nibbled on my lip. “Good point. But save that for later. Maybe I can join the mile-high club.”
***
I’d never been on a private plane before. Jagger was finishing up a last-minute work call before we taxied to the runway, so I took a moment to snoop around. Supple leather seats that swiveled, two full-size couches that faced each other, a conference table in the back, not to mention a private bedroom. And everything was so nicely coordinated—the navy piping in the cream seats matched the throw pillows, and the blankets on the couch and the velvet bedspread in the sleeping cabin had the Apex logo monogrammed in cream.
The captain came back just as Jagger finished his call.
“We should get going. We have wheels-up in seven minutes or we’re going to get stuck behind a band of traffic and get pushed to forty minutes.”
Jagger nodded. “Ready when you are.”
