Page 51 of The Billionaire's Pact

The car….

Oh, wow. Rocco. So, wow. I never knew it could feel so good.

My gaze was unfocussed. I was drained of energy. My legs stretched down on the seat. A few seconds later, Rocco opened them again, and I felt something soft between my legs. I opened my eyes to see Rocco wiping between my thighs.

I covered my face with my hands and took the cloth from him. “I’ll keep that.”

He chuckled. “You can change on the plane.”

I sat up and pulled my dress down. My eyes scanned over my rumpled dress, no underwear, or stockings.

He kissed my forehead, then pulled me across his lap and held me. “Was that too fast for you?”

“Too late for that,” I croaked.

“No, it’s not. It only makes it meaningful if you want it, too.”

Rocco continued to surprise me. He’d pleasured me, and I hadn’t reciprocated. I could feel his erection beneath me. “Wh-what about you?”

“Soon, Bella. Right now, it’s all about you.” He held me, and I hadn’t known I had tensed up again, but I eased in his arms. It was then that he placed me on the seat.

He climbed out and was steady on his feet; except for the tousled hair and stubble, he looked as handsome as ever. The sight of his swollen mouth sent a wave of heat and lust coursing through me. I forced myself to turn away. Get ahold of yourself.

We were inside a domed air hangar, bright with lights and a steady hum of machines. There was an empty space next to a couple of planes, and rows of cars in the building. Isla stood next to the stairs of one of them, talking to the pilot and hostess.

My legs were wobbly, and I teetered on my feet. Rocco took my waist. “Hmm. Tired?”

I nodded.

He tucked me into his side. “It’s close to two in the morning. Let’s get you to bed.”

I lowered my head, then glanced ahead. My cheeks burned, and I could only imagine what they’d heard or what I looked like right now.

“All set?” he said to her.

“I’ve given the crew what you needed. The plane is ready for take-off.”

“Buongiorno. È bello vederti di nuovo,” Rocco greeted a flight attendant on board.

I smiled and said, “Ciao. Piacere di conoscerti. I speak Italian.”

“I see. I love that you speak Italian,” he said with pleasure in his tone. “Modern languages was your major?”

I nodded. “Minor. I always had a knack for easily learning languages.”

He nodded. “That will help a lot when we travel.”

We moved down the carpeted aisle to take seats next to each other on leather recliners, passing the built-in, custom lounge with a flat-screen television on our way to our seats.

We were up in the air in less than ten minutes. The sky was still dark, but we were flying at two in the morning. I stifled a yawn and shifted in the seat. The fancy dress was great to wear, but I hadn’t expected to have it on without underwear. Scandalous.

My mind kept replaying the feel of his strong hands squeezing my buttocks. The wet sounds of his licks. The heaviness of his pants as he stroked and sucked my clit. I closed my eyes to try to regain focus, but the surge of arousal came with heated lust. My desire for him to do it all over again was strong.

“What are you thinking about?” Rocco’s baritone cut into my fantasy. From the amusement in his voice, he had an idea.

“Nothing really,” I lied.

He leaned over and kissed the side of my head. “Hmm. I’m thinking the same thing…I can’t wait to do it again.”

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