Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Wynter
His direct stare bored into me as he spoke to Imani. “Thank you, but no. I need complete privacy once we take off.”
“Of course, Mr. Foster.” Imani deposited an old fashioned made with his Foster Garden whiskey line that was infused with hibiscus and rosemary. No bourbon old fashioned for him.
I was having the same, only with a twenty-year-old, single-barrel special from Copper Summit. I could down the drink in one whole gulp, but the liquor wouldn’t be enough to dull the lust and excitement and anticipation swirling inside me.
Energy crackled between us. My body was a live wire. He hadn’t touched me—yet—but the promise was in his eyes, written over the tension in his body. Need vibrated through me, and the way his body had felt plastered against mine when we’d kissed was first and foremost in my mind.
This was going to be an achingly long flight.
He turned his attention to the window for takeoff. I did the same. So flat. Sprawling. I was used to flying out from mountainous places, the complete opposite of Nebraska.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
He didn’t reply.
Several minutes later, the pilot announced that we could roam without our seat belts.
Myles’s eyes met mine. My breath caught.
With efficient movements, he unbuckled his seat belt. I went to do the same.
“Don’t move, Ms. Kerrigan.” He didn’t stand, but slid out of his seat and to his knees. He shrugged out of his suit coat and draped it across the empty chair next to his. He loosened his tie but didn’t take it off.
I pressed my thighs together. His kiss had wiped out the memory of ever being kissed before. How badly could he ruin me?
He flicked open my seat belt and carefully laid the straps aside. “You’re going to have to be quiet, Ms. Kerrigan. The crew is on the other side of that flimsy door.”
I nodded, my legs quivering. “Are you saying you’re going to make me want to be loud?”
He only arched an arrogant brow as he ran his hands up my legs, pushing the skirt up as he did. Then he gripped my hips and yanked me to the edge of the seat.
I gasped. The move had me immediately widening my legs to catch myself, but he had me in his hold. He released me only to shove my skirt higher. “I’m going to make a mess out of you.” He grabbed the blanket from the chair next to me and stuffed it under my ass. “And you’re not going to need these.”
Clutching the armrests, I did nothing as he slid my underwear off. My pussy was bare to him and his greedy eyes.
“You’re wet, Ms. Kerrigan.”
“You have that effect on me, Mr. Foster.”
His eyes darkened, and he pushed my legs open farther. “I’m going to call you Wynn now.” He descended.
The first stroke of his tongue unraveled me. Pleasure radiated and expanded to fill every crevice of my body. The tip of his tongue hit my clit, and I caught my cry before it left my lips.
I gritted my teeth, riding on the waves of ecstasy he created. He licked, he nibbled, he sampled, he took his damn time.
My body shook, and my knuckles were white.
Trying to stay quiet while he did amazing things to me with nothing but the tip of his tongue was harder than I’d imagined.
The erotic show we created made it even more difficult—my legs bracketing his wide shoulders.
The way he was still in his dress shirt with his tie on, and my blouse was tucked into a skirt that was circled around my hips. I’d never forget how we looked.
I wasn’t normally a voyeur, but the thrill of getting caught only heightened the sensations.
He added pressure, his strokes speeding up. I didn’t have a lot of room to move, but I undulated my hips. I needed more.
“Myles,” I hissed. “Oh my god.” The delicious pressure inside me built. I was a bomb ready to detonate, only I couldn’t. I had to stay coherent enough to keep from screaming his name as I climaxed.
He looked up at me and gave me a long, deliberate lick.
I groaned, and my right leg started shaking uncontrollably.
He paused, and I was tempted to yank him by the hair and push his face back where it was. “Do you want to come, Wynn?”
I nodded, my body rigid. What was he doing?
“You’re fucking dripping, and you taste so sweet.” He slid two fingers through my seam. “Your pussy is like warm velvet. I could come undone when I think of what it’ll feel like around my cock.”
“Myles,” I whimpered.
He pushed those fingers inside me, and I groaned. Too damn loud. The way he filled me just now only meant he’d obliterate me when we had sex.
When we had sex. Was this really happening?
When his thumb hit my clit, I moaned.
“I knew you’d be responsive when I first saw you,” he growled. “It’s why I fired you.”
I was flying as high as the plane, but his words rooted me. “What?” He’d run me out of his office because he wanted me? So unfair, but also flattering.
He pumped his fingers in and out. “I saw you in the parking lot with those long legs and that obnoxiously pink top. All I could think about was how sweet you’d taste, what kind of sounds you’d make.”
He dropped his gaze to where his fingers were leisurely thrusting in and out of me.
I was so damn close to exploding, but he was edging me as deftly as he handled projection reports. I should be offended, but I didn’t want him to quit. A momentous orgasm was on the horizon. Almost within my grasp.
“Then you gave me attitude, and I wanted to shove my dick between those smart lips and learn if you were as good at sucking me off as you were at cocking off.” He lifted his gaze. “I know now I was right. Put that pillow over your face and get ready to scream, Wynn.”
Oh my god. I grabbed the pillow and braced myself as he buried his face back in my pussy. He was relentless. His fingers filled me, stroking just the right way. His tongue was dialed in to exactly what I needed, and when he paired them both, I was done.
A tsunami crashed into me, hitting me hard at first and then keeping me underwater. The torrent was so powerful, my vocal cords didn’t work. I should be screaming, but only squeaks were coming out as I muffled the sound with the pillow.
Wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure pulsed through me, never ending, just like Myles. He kept working me, coaxing either a really long climax or bringing a second one on the heels of the first. I was too consumed to tell.
I arched, rubbing myself over him until it became too much. I was out of energy and oversensitized. When I sagged against the back of the seat, he backed off.
Gently, he removed the pillow. His chin glistened with my release. “Look at how well you come, Wynn. This is only your first one of the night.”
“First,” I echoed. I should be ashamed of how I was slumped with my knees crushing the side of his head, but his expression was so supremely satisfied, I couldn’t be bothered to move an inch.
He dropped a kiss on my inner thigh. An aftershock went through me, and a pleased glint brightened his eyes.
“I don’t want to be done yet. I want you to come back to my place tonight and spend the weekend in my bed.” He ran his hands up my thighs. “But I have to warn you, this doesn’t change anything. I still don’t do relationships, and you’re still working as my assistant.”
“So you’re not going to bend me over your desk?”
He made an appreciative sound. The bulge at his crotch was undeniably large, and I knew his size intimately. “I might not be able to stop myself if you tempt me.”
Another anticipatory shiver went through me.
The whole weekend? I’d trade my soul for that experience.
“What are we going to do until we land?” I asked innocently, but heat curled through my belly.
We were in prime position to continue what we were doing, but he was proving he was a businessman first. His base needs came after.
“You’re going to clean up.” He backed up and helped me sit up.
Disappointment flickered through my center, dimming the rising desire.
“I’ll straighten up out here and think about crop yields until my erection gives my brain some blood supply back.
And then you’ll meet me at home.” His thumb was stroking circles on my thigh. “Is this what you want?”
Thinking was hard when his hands were on me, but my answer to his question was crystal clear. “Yes.”
Myles didn’t touch me for the rest of the trip. When we landed and Imani appeared, he acted his same perfunctory self while I didn’t need a mirror to show me my face was fire-engine red.
I could barely look at her and mumble a thanks to her and the pilot. My feet hit the tarmac. My car was in the lot. All I had to do was drive to Foster House, and I’d get more of…that.
The effects of my orgasm were lingering, waiting for another. The distillery would be empty, and we’d be in his loft anyway. I could be as loud as I wanted. Would he get noisy or keep that low rumble of dirty talk in my ear?
I didn’t care. I wanted him inside of me.
“I’ll walk you to your car,” he said. His hand hovered at the base of my back as if he couldn’t help the slip of impropriety.
This man could do the smallest things and make me feel special. “Thank you.”
His driver was parked next to me. Myles opened my door, his gaze shadowed from the parking lot lights. “Drive safe.”
“You, too.” I smiled and glanced at the ride waiting for him. “I’ll wait for ten minutes so he doesn’t see me going to the distillery with you this late in the evening.” I had the code to get into the distillery, so he wouldn’t have to wait for me to arrive. I could let myself in.
His lips thinned. He didn’t want to wait either. “See you soon, Wynn.” He closed me in, and I could take my first full breath in a week.
The man was potent. This would be the longest ten minutes of my life. I took my phone out of my bag.
Shit. The screen lit with a ton of messages. From Summer. From June. Tate. Mom.
No. Icy cold washed through my veins, bleaching out the heady, lust-filled anticipation from a heartbeat ago. Hands shaking, I called Summer. I tried to swallow while it rang once. Twice. Tears filled my eyes.
“He’s gone, Wynter.” The words were all she could get out before she started crying.
Daddy was gone. Hot tears streamed down my face. I’d known this call was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. Neither did knowing what I had to do. “I’ll be home soon, Summer. Tell Mama I’ll be there soon.”
I hung up and stared at the phone screen.
A tear splattered against the glass. The urge to run for home was strong, to be among my family, and comforted by them.
But that meant I couldn’t go through with tonight.
If I stayed with Myles, I’d break down. I’d tell him about me and ruin the connection we’d formed.
I’d rather keep what we had, hold it close, and continue on with my life knowing that the kid who’d read me books had grown up to be a decent, if icy at times, man.
All I’d have of him were the memories, but at least this way, he wouldn’t learn I’d been lying to him about who I really was. He’d had enough betrayal in his life.
I called him.
“Ms. Kerrigan.” There was a hint of worry in his voice. Was he scared I’d changed my mind?
“I have to go, Myles.” My voice cracked.
“Your dad?” He wasn’t shocked or confused. He gave me the benefit of the doubt and guessed correctly.
“Yeah. I, uh, don’t know how long I’ll be with my family. After the funeral…” I blew out a heavy breath. “I just want time with them. I’m not—I’m not coming back.”
“I see.”
“I’m sorry.” The words came out a whisper. I didn’t think it’d be this hard to say goodbye. Would it be easier for him? I’d be an assistant he almost had a fling with, and he’d move on. I wasn’t Wynter Kerrigan to him. I was Ms. Kerrigan, or Wynn when he was getting me off, and nothing more.
He’d never know he was my hero. “Goodbye, Myles.”