Chapter 19
Zach
The jet taxis down the runway as I read an incoming text from Tom.
He texts me daily with updates on any Hummel sightings.
He’s taking his job seriously and so far there has been no activity or sign of Joel at Paige’s place.
I’m satisfied with the news, although I do wish the landlord would screw up so we could catch him in the act.
Slipping my phone into my pocket, I glance to Paige, sitting beside me and peering out the window. We’re on our way to Toronto, alone. I’d invited Olivia and Sam to join us, but they had their car and insisted on driving even when I told them I’d get their car back to Toronto.
Paige has been quiet since we left them, and I’m not sure if this silence is a precursor to “the talk” she’s itching to have.
Our weekend was good. No…that’s not accurate.
It was great. But there was also an underlying tension that ebbed and flowed since I woke up with Paige in my arms on Saturday morning.
And while she hasn’t said anything, I’ve seen the far-off look hanging like a cloud over her, lurking.
And when I ask about it, she always says, “We’ll talk about it later. ”
We haven’t had sex since that night and I’m not going to lie, I want to.
I can’t wait to have her beneath me, to be inside her, again.
If not for Drew, we may never have crossed paths, but we fit perfectly.
Yin and yang. Sex was never why I went to Montreal.
It just happened, but I’m not going to lie—I don’t regret it.
Yes, it complicates things and it doesn’t help that we didn’t use protection.
Never in my life have I been so careless.
In many ways, I should have stuck to my original intention, keep everything platonic.
But it’s too late for that. I’ve tasted her, had her and there’s no going back.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in running a business, life always screws your plans and if you’re to be successful, be prepared to roll with it.
“Hey, it’ll be a short flight.” I take her hand in mine. “I meant to ask, JP mentioned you’re taking self-defense classes?”
She nods and her cheeks pinken. “Yes, I want to be able to take care of myself and I said something in front of Walker and he gave me information to a class.”
Walker? I’m not surprised and oddly grateful he helped Paige. He’s a big proponent of women learning how to defend themselves. “That’s great.”
“Zach, what happened this weekend—”
My finger silences her, pressing into her soft lips. “It happened and I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“What does that even mean? We had sex and messed up our business arrangement.”
The stewardess interrupts with warm hand towels and I take one for each of us and instruct her to not interrupt again.
Paige’s cheeks flame and she snorts, shaking her head. “Great, this keeps getting better. Now she’s going to think we’re having sex.”
“And what if we were?” I hit the privacy button indicating to the entire crew we’re not to be disturbed. “They are paid to be discreet. Forget about the crew.” With our fingers interlaced, I bring her hand to my lips for a quick, gentle kiss. “Try not to over-complicate things.”
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” Shaking her head, she pulls her hand from mine, folding her arms over her chest. “And on top of all that, we didn’t use a condom.”
“I know. I’m clean. I get tested regularly and can show you the results.”
“I am, too, and I’ve had the shot. See, things are already complicated.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“You know what I mean. We were supposed to be business and we screwed that up.”
“Tell me you don’t feel our chemistry?” I brush back her shoulder-length waves and bury my nose in the curve of her neck.
“That’s…” Her breath catches. “Not the point…”
My lips kiss and my teeth nip at her silky flesh and she leans her head farther back, giving me better access.
“What about our arrangement? This weekend…” she trails off.
I lift my head and her brown eyes darken.
Fuck, she’s as turned on as I am. Heat flares in my stomach as if I’ve taken a shot of whiskey and it spreads through my body, tingling and sparking my nerve endings.
“Was phenomenal and we’re going to switch things up. We still have our business deal but more. Let’s explore this and see where it goes.”
“What does that mean? You get to have your cake and eat it, too?” She quirks a dark brow and purses her lips, but she doesn’t move away.
“No. We both get to have our cake and eat it.” I lick my lips, hungry for another taste of her.
Her dark eyes drop to my lips, urging me forward, and I take her by the nape of her neck, kissing her. What starts as a languid dip into her mouth quickly turns into a tango of tongues. Still attached at the lips, I slide to my knees and spread her legs, trailing my hands up her thighs.
“I thoroughly enjoy your dresses.”
“Sure, you like the easy access.” Her lips purse rebelliously.
“That, too.”
“Zach, are we really doing this?”
I don’t answer. There is only one answer. I kiss the inside of her knee and she shivers.
“What if someone comes in?”
“You see that little red light?” I point to a button above the doorway where a dark curtain is drawn and fastened along both sides. She nods, nibbling on her bottom lip. I caress the silky flesh of her inner thighs and her eyes are now as black as coffee.
“Well, we can’t be disturbed unless the plane is going down.”
“But we’ll be landing soon—”
“Not even when we land. The crew can exit the plane without having to bother us. I promise you; we won’t be interrupted.”
Her eyes now narrow, and she tilts her head to one side. “Have you done this before?”
“Would it matter?”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you deflected by answering a question with a question.” A faint smile touches her lips.
“Well, would it?”
She contemplates, studying my features as a few of my fingers slip inside her panties and brush against her smooth core.
Her voice wavers. “No, it wouldn’t.”
“Well, I haven’t done this before. I’ve used the do not disturb button for business calls and while I sleep, but not for sex.” I spread her legs wider. “Not yet anyway.”
In one fell swoop, I remove her panties and my mouth laps at her sex, sucking and licking at her swollen clit. It’s not long before she comes apart, panting and digging her fingers into the leather arms of the chair.
Picking her up from the seat, I carry her to the bar—the perfect height for my cock to enter her pussy—and our mouths meld as I breach her entrance. Her sweet, soft mouth and every curve of her body beg me to take her, worship her like she deserves. Silky heat wraps around me. Tight and pulsing.
She climbs and shatters in my arms, coming with a shudder and spasms, milking me hard as her teeth sink into my shoulder. I keep riding her, chasing the bite of pain with my own release as I empty into her.
Soon after, the plane lands and we remain seated until the crew leaves. She’s flushed and weak-kneed, hooking her arm with mine as we stand to leave.
“What’s behind that door?”
I glance over my shoulder, already aware of the door. “That’s the bedroom.”
Her eyes widen, glittering. “The bedroom? Why you—”
“Would you have preferred the bedroom?”
“No.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“But why didn’t you tell me? Give me the option?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I wink, squeezing her arm. “I like having you on the edge.”