I rush back down the stairs to help her with her bags, breathless when I finally reach her.
“You came.”
She glances up at me, annoyed. “You told me to. It’s in the contract.”
I don’t bother holding back my smirk. “A contract we never signed.”
Zoe stops and places her hands on her hips, looking like such a brat that it makes my cock instantly hard.
“It was a verbal agreement. Do you want me to leave?”
“No way in hell I’m letting you out of my sight now.” I grab her, pulling her in as my lips melt against hers. I kiss her with such hunger because I can blame this kiss on my teammates watching through the plane windows, knowing their eyes are on us right now. And because I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to do this again. I expect her to pull away or not open up to me, but she welcomes me almost greedily, pressing her chest against me. I can sense her heart beating rapidly, perfectly in sync with mine. Our mouths align flawlessly, and the intense heat between us intensifies, igniting a blazing fire that engulfs us both.
I don’t care if we never make it to the game. There is nothing in the world that’s going to pull me away from her right now.
Time seems to lose its meaning until I hear a whistle, and Zoe pulls away.
“You can do that in here, love birds. I promise we won’t bite. Maybe we’ll just join in.”
I don’t know which asshole said that, but I’m going to pummel someone’s face in later for that comment. Zoe turns red before she looks at the plane and waves.
She doesn’t bother looking at me or picking up her bags. She simply struts to the stairs, climbs them, and disappears inside.
God, she makes me so giddy.
I adore the way she carries herself, with that unapologetic sass that makes her truly unique. And deep down, I know that even if I rein in the rebellious part of her, that feisty side will always remain because it’s an integral part of who she is, and that’s exactly what draws me to her. Zoe couldn’t care less about my disapproval; she lives by her own rules, and I suspect she derives pleasure from defying expectations. I’m going to personally ensure she gets off on it multiple times when I finally punish her for all this disobedience. I’m going to make her beg for it.
I’m getting hard just thinking about her tied up and in my control. Needy and exhausted from hours of edging.
Quickly adjusting myself, I bend down to retrieve her belongings and head for our late flight.
As I step inside the plane, the deafening cheers of the guys fill the air, their mocking tones aimed directly at me, branding me as Zoe’s little boy toy. But I don’t even care. They’ve been teasing me since I started all the grand gestures, and honestly, it might have bothered me by now if it were anyone else or if I were doing this for show, but all of it has been genuine. So yes, technically, I am her bitch. Her slave. Whatever else they want to call me, they can because it’s all true. I belong to her as much as she belongs to me.
I am hers. I always have been and forever will be.
“Alright, that’s enough.” I find an empty slot in the overhead bin and shove Zoe’s suitcase inside.
“What does it feel like to have Dominik-fucking-Lewis wrapped around your finger, Zoe?” Liam asks, his body turned to face her.
“I honestly never thought the day would come. I didn’t think it would happen even if there were only one woman left on the planet. I always figured Dom would just buy a spaceship and go find an alien planet in search of more holes,” Jameson jumps in.
I pay no attention to the others as I unbutton my suit. Slipping it off, I carefully fold it and lay it down on the vacant row in front of my seat. The plane is spacious enough that each of us has a row to ourselves, leaving the seats in the front and middle aisles mostly empty, reserved for our pressed suits.
When we’re on our way to an away game, it’s protocol to dress up, ensuring we’re seen in our best outfit upon arrival. But during the flight, none of us want to be miserable for hours. First, it’s uncomfortable. Second, it would cause our suits tobecome creased, resulting in a disheveled look as we travel from the bus to the stadium at the other end.
Looking around, I notice I’m the last one to get undressed. That’s what I get for waiting outside like a simp for my girl.
Unbuttoning my dress shirt, I slip it off and repeat the process. Locking eyes with Zoe, I notice she’s pulling down on her collar and her face is completely flushed. Either the bantering has quieted down or I don’t even hear them. Instead, I’m enjoying watching Zoe get turned on by this.
She has the same look right now that she did when I undressed in front of her in my foyer a few weeks ago. I can’t believe so much has happened between us in such a small amount of time. It feels like that night set off a bomb between us, and although a lot of it has to do with my bad temper, I’m kind of grateful it all happened the way it did. I don’t know how much longer I would have lasted after that night.
“What are you doing?” she hisses, leaning forward.
I give a sly wink. “Like what you see, little flutter?”
“Dominik,” she warns in a hushed tone.
“Look around. We all get undressed as soon as we get on our flight. We don’t want to ruin our outfits.”
