Page 9 of Misguided Vows

“Very much,” I breathlessly admit as he picks up the pace, as if rewarding me for telling the truth.

Oh fuck.

His lips brush against my neck, and I lean back, basking in the bliss as he kisses down my throat. I feel the pressure of hislips on my skin as he continues finger fucking me. One of my hands snakes into his hair, drawing him closer to me. Wanting his lips and body firmly pressed against me.

Fuck, I’m so close.

I place my other hand against the basin behind my back to support me.

I’m so close.

A moan slips free as I come undone on his fingers. My grip tightens in his hair as I hold him in place, riding the wave of pure bliss. My entire body convulses, and I sigh with relief.

The minute I do, he pulls back, and I realize my mistake. He’s smirking, those crystal blue eyes shining with mischief. Victory. He’d got what he wanted, but I supposed, in a way, so had I. I can’t stand this man, but my body was an obvious beacon of sexual frustration and attraction toward him. I’d be far too stubborn to initiate anything with this man. It’s as if he knows this as he smugly smiles, turns, opens the door, and closes it behind him without so much as saying another word. I lick my lips and take a deep breath, recapping what the fuck just happened.

I run my hands through my hair and look at myself in the mirror, shocked.

Did I just get fingered on the plane?

Am I part of the mile high club now?

Okay, maybe I’m part of the slutty club, because damn, that was hot.

That’s when my gaze lands on the not-so-subtle red mark branded on my neck. My jaw unhinges.Did that little fuck just give me a hickey?

CHAPTER 5

Will

Sometimes you just can’t help yourself. That was me a few moments ago in the bathroom, with a certain pretty little brunette who has the most gorgeous fuck-me eyes I’ve ever seen. That and her scathing tongue just gets me excited for all different types of reasons.

Did I plan to go in there to finger fuck her? Probably, yes. Hell, I’ll fuck her in our seats if she’ll let me, airline be damned. Watching her break apart into a million pieces all over my hand was more rewarding than I thought it would be. I just wanted to one-up her, maybe fluster her a little. But this… this is so much more rewarding, and only scratched the surface of my curiosity more, which is exactly why I walked straight back out.

That, and I’m certain she’s about to give me an earful considering I branded her so perfectly. I wonder how loud she might yell and how many people she’ll wake when she loses her shit at me. I can’t help the shit-eating grin as I notice her walking back to her seat.

She ruffles the curtains behind her, and when I turn to face her, she pins me with a glare. Her hair, which was up in a ponytail before, now covers her shoulders, and most likely purposefully, her neck.

Her stare has a lethal edge to it as she takes her seat. She hasn’t said anything, and I’m certain that’s her way of punishing me. She picks up her tablet and tries to ignore me, but when she glances back up, I just can’t help myself. I know I do it to stir her up. I lift my fingers that were inside of her and put them in my mouth.

Her eyes go wide and her cheeks flush pink. I pull my fingers out and lean toward her. “I wonder how pink I can make your other cheeks,” I say quietly, and I’m sure she’s about to snap the tablet she’s holding in half.

“You left a fucking hickey on my neck,” she seethes, and looks around when she realizes her whisper wasn’t so quiet.

I place a hand over my heart. “I also made you come all over my hand. I thought it was a descent trade.”

I see the pulse in her temple throb and try not to laugh.

“You can stop staring now,” she says, pretending to be busy with her tablet.

“So, should we get a hotel when we land?” I waggle my brows at her, then check my wristwatch until I realize it’s not there.

“No fucking way.” She scoffs. “I had a moment of misguided judgment. It won’t happen again.” With smug calmness, she opens her palm, and my wristwatch dangles from her fingers. She offers a tight smile. “Don’t ever tell a woman how long she has to come. It lacks in class.”

I roll my tongue in my cheek as she hands the watch over.Very interesting.I hadn’t even noticed her remove it, but then I think about the moment she pressed against my chest and held on to my wrist.Ah. Clever.

She doesn’t seem overly pleased with me as I readjust my watch.

“Who are you? Why are you on the same flight as me? What do you even do for work? Or are you some rich, pompousasshole? I don’t know how you could even be related to Maria. She’s so nice, and you’re so…”

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