Grumpy Boss of the Year (The Annoying Hot Bosses Club #4)

Chapter Eighteen

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Elisabetta is trembling as my fingertips continue to caress her. Her skin is soft, silky, and warm, and it feels incredible knowing that I am making her react like this. I wish we were somewhere private, somewhere where there was absolutely no possibility of us being caught. I want to watch her lips trembling, I want to have her begging me to continue, I want to hear my name spoken on her lips in lust. Her eyes are hazy as she gazes at me, and I’m tempted to lean down and kiss her passionately.

For a few moments, I wish I had hired a private plane so she wouldn’t have to worry about people seeing or hearing us. I debate ushering a flight attendant over to call the captain for me, but I know that would be utterly ridiculous. But something about this woman has me thinking absurd thoughts. I made sure we took a commercial flight because I didn't want to look like I was boasting about my wealth. I didn’t want her to think I was trying to impress her with my money.