“One suitcase, darlin',” I jog up behind Ember, causing her to spin around at my words.
“You can’t be serious.” She places her hands on her hips and glares at me like she’s expecting me to back down. When I don’t say anything, she continues. “I need everything in all of thosesuitcases.” Her bottom lip comes out in an adorable pout. But I’m not phased by her theatrics.
“You can tuck that plump lip back in until you’re ready to use it on something a little more fun.” I lean down and whisper into her ear, making her shiver as goosebumps break out along her arms and chest.
“I only have one suitcase,” Elsa volunteers quietly, picking up a medium-sized pink suitcase from the pile on the floor that the butlers set down before fleeing the scene.
Elsa’s words remind me we are not alone. I take a step back, giving Ember some space.
“Okay, then I guess we’re out of here.” Jack takes the suitcase from Elsa’s hand, then places a hand on the middle of her back and leads her past us toward the front door. “We’ll be in touch. Take care.” He pats my shoulder as he walks by, returning it to Elsa’s back within seconds, like some love struck fool.
Once Jack and Elsa leave, I turn to Ember, “Alright, darlin’, either you repack only what you need, or I’ll go through your bags and do it for you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” She huffs. “My bras and panties are in there.” Her gorgeous breasts rise and fall with her anger, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from popping one of her breasts out of her dress and suckling on her nipple until she’s moaning my name.
“Try me.” Now it’s my turn to glare at Ember. I’m eager to see how far she’s willing to take this little game.
To my surprise, she walks over to the mountain of pink suitcases and picks one similar in size to the one Elsa grabbed. “I guess I can make do with this one.” That little minx. She had this whole thing planned to test me.
Game on, darlin’.
***
The dress she’s wearing is going to be the death of me. We’ve only been in the air for thirty minutes, and already the guys on the plane have been staring at her every chance they get. I thought I was going to have to punch a few of the guys who watched her sway her hips toward the bathroom, even though I was one of those guys.
I’m still not sure why I let her sit in the aisle seat instead of the window seat, but when she looked at me with those big blue eyes, I couldn’t say no. Now I’m stuck glaring at all the guys who walk by, just to look down at her chest, while I should be in the aisle seat blocking their view.
If that isn’t enough to drive me crazy, the hem of her dress keeps creeping higher and higher up her thighs until I’m almost certain I can see a hint of her lace panties. I could easily slide my hand between her legs and sink my fingers into her wet heat, making her moan my name until she comes all over my hand.
“Hey, pretty lady. How would you like to come see my cockpit?” I’m so distracted by thoughts of touching Ember’s sweet little pussy that I don’t notice one of the pilots crouched in the aisle, talking to her. Before she can answer, I growl a warning to him. “Um, I guess that’s a no.” The pilot stands and scurries away.
“Thank you.” Ember sighs as she watches the pilot rush back to his cockpit. “All the pickup lines get old.” A sadness touches her eyes, making me wonder if I’m finally getting a glimpse of the real Ember and not who she wants the world to see.
All I can do is nod. This polite, soft side of Ember catches me off guard. She’s the Temptress. I thought she craved attention.
I’m still lost in thought when the plane lands at our destination. After picking up our luggage, the walk to my truck isn’t far. My boss, Gray, always makes sure we have close, secure parking at the airport. But I can’t shake the feeling that something's not right about my initial thoughts of Ember.
Sure, her looks and the way she dresses is like every man’s wet dream. Her body is perfection, with curves in all the right places. I can see why all the guys fall at her feet.
I glance over to where she is struggling to get into my truck. Damn, I’m not used to having females ride with me. When I’m on assignment, I use my car or a rental. I make a mental note to take my truck into the shop to get running boards installed, but until then, I’ll have to help Ember get in.
I set her suitcase down and walk over to the passenger side. As soon as my hands touch her waist, a bolt of electricity shootsthrough me. And damn if she doesn’t feel perfect in my arms. I bet she would feel just as perfect in my bed if we actually made it there.
Her surprised gasp at the contact pulls me out of my fantasies of pinning her against my front door once we’re inside, because I know there’s no way in hell I’d make it to my bed without being inside her sweet little pussy if she was mine.
Shaking those dangerous thoughts from my head, I use more strength than I intended and send her bouncing onto the leather seat. The hem of her dress flies up, giving me an unobstructed view of her white lace panties.
With a little “Oomph,” she braces herself on the seat, righting herself and her dress at the same time, covering up her sexy backside. But the damage is already done—my cock, which has been semi-hard since the moment I laid eyes on her, is now a full-blown hard-on.
Her gaze swings to mine, a look of innocence and lust shining back at me—confusing me even more. She’s nothing like the Temptress I’ve been led to believe. I break eye contact first, slam the door, and put her suitcase in the back seat behind the driver's seat next to mine, before I climb in and drive the forty-five minutes to my ranch in silence, all my concentration on getting my hard-on to go away.
“Your ranch is beautiful.” It's the first words we’ve spoken since we left the airport. The sincerity in her voice is making my brain go haywire. I was afraid she’d hate my ranch—think it was toosmall compared to the mansion she lives in with her parents. But there’s no sarcasm or disgust in her tone.
“I built it a couple of years ago, when I first took the job with Gray. I thought it would be a good place to raise a family.” I’m not sure why I told her that. It’s not like she’ll be part of that future. She doesn’t say anything else as I park the truck and take her inside my home for the first time. But seeing her standing in my living room, as if she belongs there, does something to me, and I need to get away quickly. “I need to go check on my horses.” I set our suitcases down, grab my Stetson from the hat rack by the door, and rush out of my house, away from a temptation I’m not sure I can ignore.
I don’t worry about her safety while I’m away. I have cameras throughout my property that alert my phone to any visitors, wanted or unwanted. A good hard ride is exactly what I need. Instead of a picture of my horse, Gambit and I racing around my property, a picture of Ember, naked and riding my cock, pops into my head.
Pull it together, Trace. She’s just a job.
