Chapter 77
JOSIE
Victor and I can’t get our hands off each other as we step into the aircraft. It’s like what we said on the runway outside was loosening a tap, and now the water is at full-stream. We just simply can’t hold back as we board the private plane.
“We want to be alone,” Victor tells the flight steward, before shutting the privacy curtain across, blocking the view to our private area. We’re the only ones in the cabin, and we use that to our full advantage.
The man kisses me once we are truly alone. His hands slide through my hair that’s still soaking wet from the rain. I was feeling cold from the wind and the wet just a few moments ago, but now standing next to the tall, muscular Penmayne in the safety of his private jet, I am suddenly warmed up again.
“You came to find me,” Victor growls in my ear.
“I wanted you,” I whisper back. “I needed you. And I was going to find you wherever you were in the world.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” he confesses.
“I can think of no one else but you, Victor.”
The man pulls me down to lie back on the massive chair. He grins at me, flashing his perfect white teeth like an animal snarling at its prey. I love that possessive look in his eyes.
“I can think of no one else but you, Josie.”
And then he’s sliding a finger down me, undoing everything.
I am still wet from the rain, but he doesn’t care.
We’re alone on this private plane. I feel the engine start. We’re about to take off.
And Victor is about to fuck me.
His cock enters me, and my eyes widen with delight. I can feel him. I can feel his weight and his girth and his power. He feels so damn good.
“Oh, Victor...”
“Josie.”
His voice is a deep growl. Its depth makes my pussy tingle with lust. He fucks me with all the desire of a man who can’t hold himself back. He’s wanted me for so long, it’s so clear. He can’t keep himself in check.
And I love it.
God, I really love it.
I can’t get enough of him.
And I know this is going to be our forever. This man will never stop wanting me. He’s going to pursue me no matter what.
And I give into that.
I want that.
I need Victor Penmayne.
God, I really need him.
And then we’re finishing together. An eruption of pent-up lust.
“Josie...”
“Victor...”
And we keep repeating each other’s names until we are totally spent and lying in each other’s arms.
“So, we’re really going to Australia?” I ask Victor as I lie in his arms.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t bring anything,” I mutter. “I’ve got nothing to wear down there.”
The man laughs.
“I’m sure we can buy you whatever you need,” he replies. “They do have shopping malls, you know.”
“Victor...”
“Yes?”
“You’re an incredible man.”
“And you’re a beautiful woman.”
“Thank you.”
“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he blurts.
I’m in disbelief.
“What?”
“I want you to be my girlfriend, Josie. My real one this time. Not a fake.”
“You’re not thinking... there’s a lot to consider...”
“There’s nothing to consider, Josie,” Victor replies. “I want you to be my girlfriend. What do you say?”
“Yes. Of course.”
The man pulls me in tighter.
“That’s all I’ve ever needed to hear,” he whispers. “I feel like I’ve won that award all over again.”
“Australia is pretty far away, correct?” I ask the actor.
“Yes,” he replies.
“Well, we’ll need to do something to pass the time.”
“What do you suggest?” he asks, curious.
I smile cheekily and look up into my new, real boyfriend’s very blue eyes.
“How about we watch a movie? One of yours, perhaps?”