“I know,” I murmur.
Amanda, the flight attendant, pokes her head through the curtain. “Sorry to bug you guys, but can you turn all your devices to flight mode now? We’re about to take off.”
“Thanks, Amanda,” Effa replies.
“I’ll be back once we’re in the air with refreshments.” Amanda disappears again, giving us the privacy I’ve been craving.
I lean back, ready to dive in. “I’m just going to put it out there… why the hell was Jett Jones in your room this morning while you were practically naked?”
Effa exhales sharply, her shoulders slumping. “To answer that, I need to ask you something first. Why did you leave in the middle of the night? I woke up, and you were gone. No note. No nothing. After what we shared, after how you had your hands onme and then left me hanging? You don’t think that screwed with my head a little?”
Fuck.
That’s on me.
I should have known better.
“I didn’t leave in the middle of the night,” I say, keeping my voice low and controlled. “I left early this morning to pack. You were finally sleeping soundly, and I didn’t want to wake you. I never meant for you to think I bailed. I should’ve left a note. But don’t ever think I would walk out on you like that, not after what we shared. Not after I got a taste of you.”
Her eyes soften, but there’s still a hint of fire behind them. “I thought you’d disappeared. I was pissed. Hurt. So yeah… when there was a knock on the door, I hoped it was you. I didn’t care what I was wearing, ornotwearing, I answered it. And unfortunately, it was Jett. I didn’t invite him in to make you jealous or anything like that. I just… I was in a place, Mercs.”
I reach over and take her hand in mine. My thumb glides over her soft skin, and I lock eyes with her. “I should’ve done better. But I’m not sorry for what happened when I walked back in and saw that ass holding your bra.” My jaw ticks. “He needed a reminder of where the fuck he stands.”
A laugh escapes her lips, breathy and laced with something darker. “I’m not sorry about that either. Honestly? It was hot watching you go all caveman on him. I just hate that I doubted you. That’s on me.”
The jet shudders as we ascend, the rumble vibrating through us and only adding to the electric tension crackling between us.
“Don’t do that,” I mutter. “Don’t blame yourself. I said I needed time, but I’ve had it. And now, Effa…” I lean in, tightening my grip on her hand. “You’remine. I’m going to make sure you never think of another man again. Not Jett. Notanyone. I’m going to be the only one you crave. The only one who gets to see you fall apart.”
Her lips part, a soft gasp escaping as my words hit.
“I won’t doubt you again,” she whispers. “Not if you keep looking at me like that.”
“The seatbelt sign’s off.” I smirk, my voice dropping. “Go to the bathroom.Now.”
Her eyes widen, a flicker of excitement flashing in their depths. She unbuckles slowly and rises to her feet, brushing past me with a sway in her hips that makes my cock ache. I adjust myself in my jeans and count the damn seconds that feel like hours.
I give her five minutes.
Let the anticipation build.
Let her squirm.
Let her think about the last time I touched her and pulled away before she could come.
Let her remember exactly how desperate I left her.
Then I follow.
The private jet’s bathroom isn’t like any I’ve ever seen. It is more like a miniature hotel ensuite, spacious, luxurious, and currently holding the only woman who can bring me to my goddamn knees.
As soon as I step inside, Effa launches at me—legs around my waist, mouth on mine, arms locked tight.
I spin us around, pinning her to the marble counter. My hand fists in her hair as I pull her head back. “You let Jett into your room. You were practically naked.” My voice is a growl against her throat.
She whimpers, her hips grinding against my cock.
“Don’teverdo that again.”
