“No, but I’m guessing it would be an instant lesson in self-defense if my life depended on it.”
“I’ll teach you when we get to New York. I’ll even buy you a gun for your birthday.”
“You’re such a romantic husband. I’m a lucky girl.”
My sarcasm only causes him to chuckle, and if anything, I’m glad of it. Serious Simeon scares the panties off me because in those moments, I realize exactly what I signed up for.
As the jet screams down the runway, I hold my breath, expecting the unexpected. The brakes to slam, my body to fall forward, and the explosion of gunfire to destroy my world.
It’s only when we break through the thin clouds, do I expel the breath I was holding and Simeon lowers his gun with a huge sigh of relief.
“Thank fuck for that.”
“We made it.”
He shakes his head. “We made it into the sky. It’s what’s on the ground waiting for us that could be a problem.”
“You mean we’re still not safe.”
My frustration grows, and he slips his hand in mine and says with a reassuring smile. “Always three steps ahead, Alice. Trust me.”
His dark gaze could strip the bravery from the world’s most courageous man, and yet it comforts rather than terrifies. I love how ruthless he is, yet is gentle with me.
I’m afraid of what he can do, but afraid of him not doing it with me. The thought of some other woman sitting beside him, receiving his attention, his devotion even, causes jealously to take root in my soul. When I told him he was mine, I meant every word, and nobody is more surprised about that than me.
I’m surprised when he turns to me and says with no emotion, “I’ve arranged a meeting with your grandfather for the day after our return.”
“You have. When?”
I’m astounded, and he grins. “I asked Jack to arrange it. You’re welcome.”
“You mean it was that easy all the time.”
“It always is, which is why I was so pissed when you gave me the slip. You must work with me, not against me because it sure helps keep trouble from my door.”
“But how was I to know? I never even realized you were waiting for me.”
I roll my eyes, and he nods, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“I suppose, but it demonstrates my point. You put your trust in wolves wrapped in sheep’s clothing and look where it got you.”
“Married to you.”
I glare at him, and his grin could strip a nun of her dignity without shedding her clothes. It’s actually morally wrong to look at him. Sin personified in human form, and my heart races as I whisper, “Why do I want you, Simeon? You are a guilty pleasure I can’t shake the habit of.”
The deepening of his gaze stirs the lust inside me, and he unfastens his seatbelt and does the same for me. “Come.”
He guides me to a cabin, which turns out to be the toilet, and as he locks us in the small space, he wraps his hands around my waist and shifts my ass on the ledge beside the sink. It’s so crowded in here and I almost lose my mind when he unzips his pants, sliding my panties aside and without a word, plunges deep inside my pussy.
“Fuck!” I bite my lip as he pumps in hard, my head rolling forward as I cling on, my hands on his shoulders.
He says nothing, just a deep groan as he fucks me hard, my ass screaming because it’s not very comfortable on here. It’s raw, sexy as fuck and wicked, and as the scream rises from deep inside me, he slaps his hand against my mouth and grunts his release as mine joins it.
As my heart explodes and my breathing slows, I cling onto him, disguising the smile on my face. That was exactly what Ineeded to release the building tension, and despite feeling dirty and used, I also feel treasured and content.
Simeon has a way of ripping your principles to shreds while trampling on your dignity, yet making you his queen. It’s a rare gift and one I hope to treasure on many occasions such as this. It was exactly what I needed when I needed it, and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
“Welcome to the mile-high club, baby.”
