Page 84 of A Bossy Surprise

When we get to Lucas’ hotel, he’s standing outside waiting for us.

Brady is so excited to see his Uncle Luke that he barely says goodbye to us as he runs to jump into Lucas’ spread arms.

The car then takes us to Hopkins where we are driven onto the tarmac and dropped off in front of a huge plane.

I don’t know why, but I had been expecting a tiny propeller plane. That is not what this is.

The second I step inside, my jaw drops. It’s bigger than it seemed from the outside. I can’t believe there are people who actually live like this.

“Welcome on board,” says the flight attendant holding a tray of champagne. “I am Lucy and I will be your flight attendant tonight.”

I smile at her and pluck a champagne flute off the tray she’s carrying.

The interior of the plane is cream colored with wooden accents and sky blue carpeting. There is a full dining table that I imagine also doubles as a conference table toward the back of the plane. There’s also a seating area complete with a three-seater couch and two arm chairs, pointed at a gigantic flat screen, hovering above an artificial fireplace. Then of course there are the regular seats which aren’t so regular; 6 plush-looking Barcalounger-style seats lining each side of the plane.

Adam takes my hand. He leads me to one of the chairs and buckles me in. Then he sits across the aisle from me and does the same for himself.

Within minutes we are in the area.

I stay buckled up until the seatbelt light turns off. At which point, I walk over to Adam and climb into his lap. This is where I spend majority of the flight.

We talk for hours; the conversation just flows. That leads to making out, which almost leads to us fucking right here in front of Lucy, but we have more restraint than that.

When we land in Vegas and get off the plane, I immediately feel the energy of the city.

We are taken to our hotel. I know our suite is amazing, but I don’t have time to take it in, because the second the door closes behind us, Adam pushes me against it, and takes my lips in a scorching kiss.

I melt into him as his hands go to the top of my blouse and he rips it open.

Buttons go flying in every direction.

“You know, if you keep this up, I’m going to have to replace my entire wardrobe.” I purr as he kisses my neck.

“I’m sorry, I have no patience when it comes to you.” He grinds his lower body against me and I can feel his hard dick rub up against me through his pants.

I love that I am able to elicit this kind of a physical reaction from him. This man is the picture of composure most times. It’s only when we’re alone that I get to see this part of him, and I love it.

He rips my now tattered blouse off my body, then makes quick work of my bra.

He kisses down my neck and makes his way to my breasts. He claims one of my nipples in his mouth and my back arches off the door, further pushing my tits into his face.

His free hand comes up to my other breast and he kneads it. His fingers pinch my nipple and a spark shoots, right from where his hand is to my clit and my body vibrates with the sensation.

He lets my nipple fall from his mouth and kisses me as if he’s a man who’s been stranded in the desert for ages, and I am nectar.

He turns me around and his front presses against my back like a magnet. He shoves my body against the solid wood and I whimper as the air leaves my lungs.

His hands good to the hem of my skirt and he hikes it up.

“Fuck…” He says when he sees what I’m wearing underneath. “Have you been wearing that thong all day?”

I smirk with my face pressed up against the door. “Maybe…”

I hear the rushed telltale sound of him undoing his pants then putting on a condom. Next, his hand goes to my neck and he holds me still as his lips come to my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you like this, and you’re going to love it.”

“I will be the judge of that.”