Page 79 of Dirty Rich Cinderella Story

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to learn to fly.”

“You’ll have to or how will I take you to see the world?”

“We can’t see the world together until I can pay my own way.”

“You can’t make that a rule, sweetheart. I was born into money. If I want to enjoy it with you, I want to enjoy it with you.”

“How do you know I don’t want you for your money?”

“Because you want me for my body,” I joke.

“I do like your body,” she teases, but her laugh becomes a choked sound when the plane lifts off and she looks away, squeezing my hand with all her might as she does. We hit turbulence and she yelps. I reach over, pull her close and when her mouth is almost on mine, we rumble about a bit in the clouds. “Oh God,” she pants.

I kiss her, a deep stroke of tongue that allows her no escape, and soon she has turned toward me, and is kissing me back. The plane starts to level off and I unhook her seatbelt. “What are you doing?” she asks, panicked.

“Bringing you to me,” I say unhooking my seatbelt as well, and hitting the button to lower the seat to a bed. “Where you belong.” I pull her close, those words on my mouth unfamiliar, but right. This is where she belongs. With me. And she is perhaps the best thing that could happen to me on this trip and the worst thing that can happen for Detective Waller. Because I will protect her at all costs.

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