He must feel my crazy thoughts churning because he looks at me and says, “What?”
“I’m still in shock that you’re like an undercover hot finance guy.”
He rolls his eyes playfully. “Not quite. You know, Wilby probably had all of that information in his reports. Did you not read them?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He frowns and laughs. “Why not? You just married a stranger?”
“Why would I?” I say softly. “I trust you, and you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
His expression softens. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“Do you miss it?” I ask.
“I still do stuff for Jonah and me.” He shrugs. “Nothing crazy, just playing around. I’m good with money.”
That’s what Wilby was saying when he was teasing that Cal had his own money.
I stare at him, and he continues.
“The bar’s paid off,” he continues. “Along with my cottage, Jonah’s, and my mom’s. I like finance stuff.”
I stare at him because all of those places paid off are a huge chunk of real estate.
His gaze drops to mine, dark, warm, and familiar. “What are you thinking right now?”
I shake my head, as if I can’t believe this. “I’m thinking, how did I end up with a secret hot finance guy for a husband?”
He exhales a quiet laugh and leans his head back as if he’s tired of my shit again.
I continue because I live to tease him now. “I feel like I just went on an epic side quest with you. I kinda love it.”
He closes his eyes and sighs, then looks over at me. “Now what?”
I lean closer, my mouth brushing his ear. “Now you take me to the back of this plane, and you make this right.”
He swallows, andhis breath hitches. “What?”
“I don’t even care how,” I add softly. “Kiss me. Touch me. Make me come. Fuck me senseless. I don’t care. You started something the other day and got pulled away to the bar. Then we were tired and traveling, and then you had the nerve to look that fucking hot in a suit. So now I need it.” I pull back, just enough to lock eyes with his. “I need you.”
His eyes darken, and something low and mistakable is happening behind those eyes. And it feels dirty. He doesn’t say a word, just reaches down and slowly unbuckles his seatbelt.
My panties are soaked.
I stand, and his hand immediately finds mine, and I tug him down the narrow aisle toward the back of the plane, my pulse racing with need. Every step feels like it’s taking forever. I can’t wait anymore.
We slip into the bedroom, and I shut and lock the door behind us.
“What if someone comes back here?” he asks, his voice low.
“They won’t,” I say, pushing him gently toward the bed.
He catches my waist instead, his strong hands pulling me close, spinning us, so I stumble back against him. God, he could manhandle me every day. His body is so solid, warm, and hard. I feel dizzy with the scent of his soap and cologne. He’s so fucking intoxicating.
He leans down, mouth at my neck, and I can feel myself forgetting where we are. “You may be in charge in the boardroom, Silverlyn. But in the bedroom, I’m in charge,” he says, tucking hair behind my ear. “Don’t forget that.”
I shudder and whimper, pressing my thighs together.
