Page 90 of Worth Every Penny

“Is this why you never sleep with the same woman twice?”

I shift away from her. “Who says that?”

“The tabloids. The internet. Gossip columns. That once the sun comes up—”

“You’ve been researching?” I grin at her and pink splotches form on her cheekbones.

“No, it’s just—”

“Don’t believe everything you read. You’re here, aren’t you?”

She gives me a hard stare. “As good as it was, you banged me in a private jet. This isn’t the cosy morning after. We haven’t had one of those.”

“We will.”

“Good.” She places her hand on my forearm and applies gentle pressure. “When was the last time you were with someone for more than one night?”

“Fuck, Kate. No. I don’t want to talk about this.”

She leans towards me and for a brief moment I’m not sure if the concern on her face makes me want to kiss her again or propel myself off the bed so I don’t have to see it anymore.

“Nico…”

“I don’t remember, okay? Not for years.”Because why the fuck would you want to have a long term relationship when they all turn to shit in the end? “I never wanted them to stay longer than one night. But with you, I do. Every fucking night. Every morning. If you want coffee and croissants in bed, I’ll do it for you. Even if you leave crumbs in the sheets.”

Kate laughs and the tension in my chest eases. “Crumbs in the sheets? That’s true commitment.”

I stick my tongue in my cheek and shake my head. “This”—I gesture between us with one hand—“might be unusual for me. But I’m good with it. I’m fucking great with it, so can we stop talking about it?” I grab her and pull her down on top of me. “And get back to more important things?”

For a split second, she looks wary, but then she raises an eyebrow and a little smile teases her lips. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

I grind my hips against hers so she can feel my erection. “I am not fucking flustered.”

Her eyes widen. “You’re ready to go again?”

I laugh. “Yes. But we don’t—”

The tannoy crackles. “Please take your seats for landing.”

“—have time. You want that champagne before we land?”

Kate sits up. “All right. But I need a shower.”

I chuckle as I pull on my shirt and button it. “You’ll have to wait. We have lunch reservations.” I look at her sitting in herrumpled dress and I reach out and run the tip of my finger across the delicate flesh of her breast that’s exposed above the scooped neckline. She gives a little shudder. I’ll never get tired of Kate’s body reacting to my slightest touch. “I’m leaving your breasts for later.”

“Saving the best till last?”

“Something like that.” She goes to get off the bed, but I hold out a hand to stop her. “Wait there.”

I go to the bathroom, get a washcloth, and wet it with warm water before bringing it back. “This will have to do,” I tell her, as I ease her dress up and begin to wipe her glistening pussy.

I shift the cloth away and take one last, long swipe of her pussy with my tongue, earning a few of those wonderful little jerks that ripple through her hips.

“Fuck, Nico,” she moans. “Can’t you put the plane in a holding position?”

“Mmm. No. We’re on a tight schedule.” I hold her still with both hands and lick her again. “But you are fucking delicious. I defy the Parisians to have anything that tastes better than your cunt.”

She throws her head back and laughs, making a heady buzz pass through me like a reward.

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