Trevor got out first, holding the car door open and giving me his hand. I took it, hopping out, a large Louis Vuitton handbag hanging off my arm.
He raised a brow. “So do you.”
He interlocked his fingers with mine as we walked the short distance and up the stairs.
“No, I don’t,” I replied making my way down the spacious aisle before slumping down on one of the soft seats. The jet was breathtaking – luxurious and designed with neutral colors. “My father does.”
Trevor took a deep breath, sitting down next to me and throwing an arm around my shoulders. “Your father wouldn’t have anything without you cyber-protecting his money and covering the Family’s dirty tracks. Same goes for me with the Su Dynasty. Give yourself more credit.”
I smiled, leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek.
When I slightly pulled back, I froze, realizing what I’d done.
Trevor slowly turned to face me, and when I looked up, our eyes met. His hand cupped the side of my face before he leaned in, kissing meso softand with a sweet pull.
I breathed hard, and so did he.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He murmured against my lips. “I know I promised I wouldn’t–”
I pressed my lips to his, moaning into the kiss. His hand went into my hair, tugging and pulling, as he kissed me harder.
It’d only been a month, but…It’d been too long.
I pushed off my seat and jumped onto his lap, straddling him. His hands lowered to my ass, pushing underneath my loungewear pants and grabbing me roughly.
My hands held onto his neck as he kissed me deeper – all hungry and possessive. I panted when he sucked on my tongue. It was…Depraved.
I instinctively rolled my hips into him, feeling his hard-on press right against my core.
“Excuse me, Mr Su. We’re ready for take-off.”
My eyes widened at the stewardess’ voice, and I immediately broke the kiss. Turning the opposite way, towards the window, I hid my face behind Trevor’s.
“Thank you. We’re good,” He replied distractively, his arms sliding up and tightening around my waist.
A small laugh of agreement. “Captain asks that you wear your seatbelts until further notice.”
“Thank you. We’re good,” He repeated, his words slightly more pressed as he left another kiss on my neck.
“Trevor,” I whispered in his ear, lifting my shoulder and closing his access. “Don’t be rude.”
As I moved back into my seat, I noticed the flight attendant was already gone.
I could tell there was an intense blush on my face by the burn on my cheekbones. Trevor looked at me, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
“You gon tell me where we’re going now?”
He smirked. “You’ll see.”
“Oh, my God! Paris?!”
After sleeping for another six hours on the jet in Trevor’s arms while he worked on something on his laptop, and taking another hour to wake up, get ready and eat a small breakfast, the Eiffel Tower appeared below us.
Trevor smiled. “You like it?”
I scoffed. “Likeit? IloveParis! I’ve been meaning to go since college!”
“I know,” He replied somberly, watching me with aspecificlook in his eyes.