Page 121 of Ivory Ashes

When this is my reality, I tend to agree.

Mikhail fucks me with his fingers and his tongue until I’m gripping the headboard and screaming out my release. When he crawls up my body, I reach for the erection tenting his gray pajama pants. But Mikhail pins my hand to the mattress.

“Later,” he says, a dark promise in his eyes.

“Why not now and later? We can do both.”

“Unfortunately, we’re in a bit of a rush.” He presses his forehead to mine, blowing out a harsh breath. “It’ll have to wait until we’re on the plane.”

I jolt upright. “Plane? What plane?”

“My plane.”

“Of course you have a plane.” I roll my eyes. “I mean, why are we getting on a plane? Where are we going?”

Mikhail smiles cryptically, which might be the single most attractive thing I’ve ever seen. “Get dressed. You’ll find out when we get there.”

I have a million more questions, but I know Mikhail won’t answer any of them. Strangely… I don’t need him to.

Is that trust? Is this what trusting someone feels like? God knows I’m not very familiar with the concept. But this is nice.

“Okay.” I slide out of bed on wobbly legs. “Do you want to get Dante ready while I shower?”

“I’ll get Dante ready, but—” Mikhail snags me on the way to the bathroom, pulling my naked body against his. He palms my still-throbbing center. “Don’t shower. I want you to smell like me.”

His eyes are hooded. Mikhail is usually tough to read, but there’s no hiding the fact that he wants me. And there’s no denying that I like it.

“Okay.” I stretch onto my toes and kiss him, tugging on his lower lip with my teeth. Then I turn and walk into the bathroom.

Do I swing my hips a little more than normal? It’s impossible to say.

But as the bathroom door closes, I hear Mikhail curse under his breath.

I can’t bite back a grin.

“I want to drive the plane!” Dante runs down the center aisle towards the cockpit. “Can I steer?”

I laugh. “Probably not, bud. I think the pilot should do that.”

“George would probably let you look around the cockpit once we’re up in the air,” Mikhail whispers in his ear. “Until then…”

Mikhail opens a secret compartment in the wooden paneling to reveal a mini fridge stuffed with juice boxes and pudding cups.

Dante forgets all about getting into the cockpit and begins stockpiling snacks and drinks in his seat like it's the end of days. To be fair, I also thought the world would end before I'd ever be on a private plane again. This time is a little different than the last, though.

“He’s going to be in a sugar coma by the time we get there. Which reminds me…” I rest my chin on Mikhail’s shoulder. “Where are we going?”

He wraps his arms loosely around my back. “If you’re trying to catch me off-guard, you’ll have to do a better job of distracting me than that.”

I lean against his solid body, my stomach fluttering with a whole lot more than pre-flight jitters. “I have a few ideas.”

Any “ideas” I have are forgotten as Dante throws his arms around both of our legs. “I’m so excited!” he screeches.

“He’s already vibrating and he hasn’t even cracked open a juice box,” I mutter to Mikhail. “This is going to be a long flight.”

“How long?” Dante asks. “Where are we going?”

Mikhail pats his head. “We’re going on vacation. That’s all you need to know.”

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