Page 104 of Mark my Words

“Good for them,” I murmured as I tried to focus on reading through the notes I’d left in the mark-up of my finished manuscript edit. I knew Sam had already sent his back, but I was a little behind with twice the work and him distracting me most evenings over the last week. I still had a few days until the submission deadline, but it wasn’t like me to be working on an assignment down to the wire.

“Have you ever gotten off in an airplane?”

My nipples responded like the greedy whores they were at his question, stiffening at the suggestion in Sam’s rich voice.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve gotten off quite a few airplanes. That is how transportation usually works. You get on, and then you get off at your destination.”

“That shouldn’t have sounded as dirty as it did,” he chuckled, pulling me toward him with the arm he’d had wrapped around my back. “But you know that wasn’t my question.”

“No,” I sighed, closing my laptop and reaching down to push up my tray table.

“Leave it,” Sam whispered, adjusting the blanket I’d stretched across my lap to cover his legs.

“What are you doing?”

He angled sideways, leaning into the seat as he turned my body toward the window. His seat was in the middle, the empty aisle seat behind him. The plane we’d boarded in Seattle was half empty, the row behind us unoccupied, Chase and Evan in the row ahead of us.

“Relax,” he whispered as his hand crept under the blanket, slipping beneath the waistband of my leggings.

He didn’t leave me much room to move, gripping my other hip tightly as his wandering fingers pulled my panties to the side. I was trying to hold still, my closed laptop still awkwardly perched on the edge of my tray table. If I squirmed, it’d be easy for any passing flight attendant to figure out what we were doing.

“Fuck,” Sam grunted as his fingers slipped effortlessly against my clit, causing heat to flare through my body.

Harsh, low pants escaped my lips as he quickly manipulated my overheated skin, pushing me to the edge. He knew exactly how to touch me. Stars danced behind my eyelids as I clenched my eyes shut, trying not to moan as I started to pulse against his fingers moments later.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, his nose pressed into my cheek. “I love it when you come all over my hand.”

Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off at the smugness in his voice, but the other part wanted to reach under the blanket and make him come all over my hand.

“You really are the man of steel,” I teased as I reached beneath the soft flannel and cupped his rigid length, but he caught my wrist, his fingers still damp. He placed my hand back in my covered lap and kissed the skin beneath my ear before facing forward in his seat again.

“Was that fast enough for you?”

Oh, that cocky bastard. It was on.

The schedule in Los Angeles was brutal, with back-to-back signings mixed in with a radio appearance and enough readings for us to be worried Chase would lose her voice by the time we left.

When we finally arrived at the gates of Disneyland, I was amped up and ready to blow off some steam.

Evan was twitchy and having trouble with the crowd surrounding us, but Chase did an impressive job calming him down. It was oddly endearing to watch her whisper to him quietly as Sam tried to get me riled up with suggestive comments that he knew would ensure that I had to censor my responses.

By the time the gates opened, I was a squirmy mess and relieved that Chase and Evan were doing their own thing for the morning. I wasn’t sure how I would exact my revenge against Sam without getting arrested, but he had it coming with his little performance on the airplane.

“Make a run for Adventureland or Tomorrowland?”

“Rookie,” I laughed as I reached back and grasped his hand. “Try to stay close.”

I hadn’t been to Disneyland since it’d opened, but I knew if we didn’t make a break for Galaxy’s Edge that we’d never get on any of the rides back there. The new Star Wars attractions were a hot commodity for park-goers.

Sam clung to my hand, his chest close to my back as we wove through the crowds on Main Street, taking the quickest route through Frontierland and ducking under the bridge that led to the newest section of Disneyland. I’d been up early, securing our places in the virtual queue before leaving the hotel. It paid to be overly prepared because I was able to get us slotted into the earliest time available.

While he’d been flirting with me at the main gate, I’d gotten the push alert on my phone that our boarding group was open for the next hour.

“Hold on,” he tugged at my hand to slow down as I speed-walked through the crowds, the ride entrance off to our left down the path. “You’re missing it.”

“Let’s go,” I laughed as I yanked against his hand, “If we hurry, we can avoid the line.”

“But...”

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