Page 32 of Tempting God

“Let’s shake on it.”

He holds out his large hand and I take it, giving it a small shake. But he doesn’t let go. Instead, he curls his hand around mine, holding it.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh. I don’t want to miss any of the speech.”

I try unsuccessfully to pull my hand free. Several times.

By the time the plane takes off, he’s still holding my hand.

And I hate that I like it.

About an hour into the flight, drinks are brought around. Grant lets go of my hand to pass me my wine when it tips, pouring into my lap.

“Oh no!” His gaze holds mine. “You should go to the bathroom to clean that up before it stains your dress.”

My cheeks heat, and it has nothing to do with the wine.

He unbuckles, standing in the aisle so I can stand. Suddenly, I’m not sure if this is a good idea. I mean, what if we do get caught?

Grant says, “Hurry now, Little Fae. Go before the wine sets in the fabric.”

His command sends me into action.

As I pass, he grabs my arm and says into my ear, “Leave the door unlocked.”

Our bodies press together, and I meet his gaze in shock. Because Grant Carter is hard.

I don’t respond, going to the bathroom at the front of the plane. Inside, I grab a handful of paper towels and dampen them. The dress is a dark blue, but the red wine is definitely noticeable.

Outside the door, I hear Grant’s deep voice and then the door swings open.

“Here, darling,” he says as he steps into the bathroom. “The lovely attendant thought this might help.”

He’s holding a washcloth and a can of club soda. But I barely notice because he closes the door, locking it behind him. He tosses the items onto the counter, looking down at me.

“What did you say to?—”

He moves close, crowding me. I mean, it’s already crowded in here, but he takes it to a new level of closeness.

“I’m the one in charge, Little Fae. Understand?”

I nod, and he smiles.

“Good. Now, put your foot on the toilet. Oh, and do remember to be quiet.”

My heart is pounding, but I do as he says.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

I do, loving and hating how close it brings us. He holds my gaze as he lifts my skirt, sliding his hand up my thigh to my panties. My lips part in a soft gasp as he rubs his fingers against my panties.

“Always so wet for me, Little Fae. Tell me, are you on birth control?”

I nod.

“Good,” he says as he nips my earlobe.

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