He’s so fucking perfect and so fucking mine.
Menace tips my head up so I can meet his eyes. They bounce between my gaze and my bleeding mouth, a flash of desire creeping back into them. “We didn’t make it home.”
I grin and lick my lips, loving how he tracks the movement. “You up for round two?”
His grin is fucking predatory and my cock gives a hearty twitch. “Can your ass handle that? The first time I had you repeatedly in one night, you were walking like a baby calf.”
I lower my mouth to his, kissing him slowly, tangling my tongue with his. Menace thrusts into me shallowly, his half hard cock still hitting that spot inside me.
“I can take it,” I pant, resting my forehead against his. “Stretch me out on your bed and make me scream your name.”
“Challenge fucking accepted.”
Chapter Thirteen
Menace
I watchHill’s face as he looks around the private jet, his eyes wide and mouth agape. “Menace, is this yours?”
Shaking my head, I sit down in one of the seats and cross my legs. “Hardly. I only reserve one when I have to fly halfway across the world. I’d rather do that in comfort.” I thumb toward the back of the jet. “There’s a bed back there we can use to stretch out in.”
“Just to stretch out?”
I waggle my eyebrows at him. “Ever joined the Mile High Club?”
He snorts then sits down. “We have more important things to worry about than getting your dick wet, Menace.”
The flight attendant comes back to introduces herself and gives us her flight spiel. The pilot also comes back and speaks with us, telling us we’ll land in Australia in sixteen hours. I huff, though it’s not his fault. The flight is just long as fuck. I’m glad I chartered this private jet so at least I can stretch my legs or take my damn shoes off without someone giving me the eye.
Hill practically bounces in his seat as the jet takes off toward our destination. I watch him as he looks out of the window, staring at the landscape below.
About twenty minutes into the flight, Hill finally turns to me, a grin alight on his face. “This is how the other half lives, huh?”
I shrug. “It’s nice to have money, but this isn’t normal for me. Most of the time, I fly first class like normal people.”
Hill snorts and rummages around in his bag. “Yeah, normal people. Any time I’ve flown, it’s been so far back in coach, I was sitting in the bathroom.”
“From here on out, it’ll be first class all the way.”
He peers at me, hands still in his bag. “Why is that, Menace? You staking your claim on me?”
Ticking up an eyebrow, I say, “As soon as you let me fuck you against my window, you were mine. Even though you did lie to me.”
Hill huffs and pulls out a tape recorder and a pen and pad. “You gotta let that shit go, Menace. I lied because I didn't know you’d be okay with murder. I think I should get a pass for that, don’t you?”
“Fine,” I say, holding my hands up in surrender. “But that’s the only time you’ll lie.”
“I promise.”
I beam at him, and Hill shakes his head as if he’s fed up with me. “You ready to get this interview going?”
“Yep. Do your worst.”
Hill sent me over the questions a few days ago and it’s nothing too deep. The part about why the charity means so much to me will hit me hard, but I finally want the world to know. Maybe then more money can be donated, and I can open more centers around the country.
Had any help been available for my mom, maybe she would have left.
Crossing his ankle over his knee, he mutters, “I hate these fucking things,” as he turns on the recorder. “But we do what wemust.” He flips the notepad open and looks at me, smiling. “So, Mr.Grant, may I call you Menace?”
