Page 61 of The Yeah Baby Series: Vol 3

“On your lasttrip.”

“Oh, just to Chicago. My parents and I drove up during my summer break for a week to visit my brother. I’ll take this over an eleven-hour road trip with them any day of the week. Not that I don’t love them, but I could easily get used to this kind of pampering when I travel.”

“I wish I could take all the credit,” he chuckled. “But my agent worked my travel arrangements into my contract as a perk since the producer wanted me on the judging panel more than I wanted to take on the project.”

“So what you’re telling me is that I shouldn’t plan on getting used to the five-star treatment?”

“No way, baby. If you want limousines and private jets, that’s exactly what you’llget.”

I wiggled my toes, blushing when they brushed against his hardened length.

“That’s the other advantage to not flying commercial.” He jerked his hips up, pressing his arousal against the soles of my feet. “It makes the mile-high club a possibility without the risk of having our names added to the no-flylist.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, not liking how familiar he sounded with that particular club. I yanked my feet off his lap and crossed my arms while I glared at him. “Oh really?”

His lips tilted up in a smug grin as he unbuckled my seat belt and lifted my stiff body onto his lap. Before he wrapped his arms around me, he tilted my chin up so I was staring into his face. “I thought I was the one with the green eyes in this relationship.”

“I’m not—” I started to deny the obvious truth.

“It’s fucking hot as hell, seeing you jealous, baby.” He dropped a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t bother trying to deny it, and don’t ever apologize for it. Not when I’d react the same at the idea of you with anotherman.”

“Which isn’t something you need to worry about,” I grumbled.

“Damn straight it isn’t. Nobody but me gets to touch you.” He rested his forehead against mine. “And you don’t have to worry either, baby. I wasn’t speaking from experience; I’m all yours, too.”

“Oh,” I sighed, dropping my head on his shoulder and cuddling into hisbody.

“Yeah, oh,” he chuckled.

As I smiled up at him, a yawn snuck up on me—so wide that a tear leaked out of the corner of one of myeyes.

“Rest, baby,” he murmured. “It’s been a long, stressful week for you, and the mile-high club can wait for our triphome.”

“Mmmm,” I hummed as my eyes drifted shut. It was certainly something to look forward to once the taping wasdone.

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