Page 36 of If Tomorrow Never Comes

“What was that?” Madison lowers her phone to her lap, raising a delicate eyebrow.

“Nothing toconcernyourself with,Mariposita.” I throw her words back at her.

She places her phone back into the Chanel bag I purchased for her and stabs a piece of pineapple with her fork.

I had the black calfskin purse waiting on her seat along with a pair of Louis Vuitton sunglasses resting next to it. When she sat down and ran her hands along the bag, I knew her mood had significantly taken a turn for the better. She was in such a shit mood on the way here. I’m sure that had a lot to do with the fact that Madison would be away from her man for a few months.

And damn…putting all that aside, this woman is cranky without her coffee. She finally fell asleep in the car on the way to the airport after mindlessly staring out the window. Exhaustion and emotions from the last few weeks finally caught up with her. It was actually quite adorable when she woke up on my shoulder.

Madison is nowhere near as annoying as most women are when they wake up. She is needy in the way a toddler wants cuddles before bed. With the sleeves of her sweatshirt, she rubbedat her sleepy eyes and groaned about how she needed coffee.

“Pleaaaase tell me there is a fancy espresso machine on your multi-million dollar jet.”

I just laughed and shook my head in disbelief that this sassy woman would be spending the next few months with me. Grabbing her hand, I led her up the stairs and straight to the machine. With wide eyes, she took in the stainless steel machine and the different options it offered.

Caffeine addiction is something I can admit to having as well. That machine cost a pretty penny, too. I crave coffee almost as much as I’ve been craving to get a taste of the gorgeous female sitting in front of me.

The red-headed flight attendant walks by and places a hand on my shoulder. “Mr. De La Cruz, would you like for me to set up the bedroom for your guest?”

I glance down at my watch, we have another five hours until our arrival.

Madison glances up, holding the pineapple-speared fork inches from her succulent lips. She’s waiting for me to respond.

“That would be great. Please leave the bags I picked up on the bed as well.” The redhead leaves us, dragging her glossy red nails across my shoulder, and licking her candy apple lips as she retreats to the bedroom. I drain the rest of my coffee and snatch the fork out of Madison’s hand, popping the fruit into my mouth.

“Mmm. Love me some pineapple. You know, they say?—”

“I know what they say,” she snaps.

I stand and reach out my hand to help her up.

She crosses her arms over her chest in defiance. “I’m fine right here. Enjoy your nap, old man.”

“You need to sleep,Mariposita.” I mirror her, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m not tired.”

I lean over her chair, caging her in with my arms. “Liar. If it’s one thing I am good at, it’s detecting bullshit. Youaretired. Don’t lie to me, Madison. I said I wouldn’t touch you but that doesn’t mean I can’t punish you.”

She turns her head to look out the window, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. I grab her face and turn her head so she’s looking at me again. Her hands slide up my waist and over my ribs. Just when I think my wildest fantasy is about to play out, she squeezes my ribcage. The air leaves my chest and silver stars sprinkle my vision.

“How are those ribs doing?” Her eyebrow raises as she places a firm hand against my chest and shoves me back in my seat. Then this maddening woman dares to fake a yawn. “You know, maybe I will take that nap.”

She stands and shuffles by me, heading to the back of the cabin toward the bedroom. The flight attendant and her chat for a few minutes before she leaves Madison, clicking the door shut behind her. I grab her hand and tug her close to me as she passes me.

“Can I help you with something, Mr. De La Cruz?” she asks while running a hand down my chest.

“You can, actually. Interested in joining the Mile High Club?” I run my hand over the swell of her ass in the tight pencil skirt she has on.

Lacing her fingers in mine, she follows me to the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. Once behind closed doors, I slam her against the adjoining door to the bedroom. She drops down to her knees, begins unbuttoning my jeans, and slides the zipper down.

I push her hands away and lower my jeans to the floor. “Take off your shirt.”

She does as she’s told, slipping off the scarf around her neck and unbuttoning the white blouse in a strip tease. Slowly, her fingers release each button until she shimmies out of it. A cherry red lace bra supports her generous set of fake tits. Eager hands reach for my boxers but I push them back.

“No touching,Red.” I run my thumb along her lips then bend over to grab the red scarf off the floor.

I lean over and tie her hands behind her back. “Are you okay with this?” I whisper, nodding my head to her hands. Her eyes light up in a way that tells me this isn’t her first rodeo.

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