Page 29 of Rim Job

"Careful there, wife."

His muscles flex and bunch underneath my hands.

Shit.

"Don't call me that," I retort, almost forgetting to be mad about the pet name.

His smile deepens, and his eyes twinkle with mischief as a hardy little chuckle escapes him.

"Cheeky little devil, aren't we?"

I push myself away from him.

If I don't, I'm going to dry hump him right here.

"I need to get my things and get on the plane. We've got a schedule to keep."

I need to do anything right now to get my mind off the visions I'm currently being assaulted with. A naked Rim is bad for my health and possibly my heart.

"Never mind the schedule, love. There's plenty of time."

Fortunately, Evelyn walks up to join us. "Pip, pip cheerio. Let's do this damn thing, mates."

Rim and I both look to Evelyn, who laughs at her own joke.

I quirk an eyebrow at her. "Was that an Australian accent?"

"Maybe. My fake British accent isn't as good as yours, Christina."

"Come on, guys, let's go. Let's do this. Time's a wasting." Jen sashays up to Evelyn, snags her by the arm, and hauls her up the steps of the jet.

"Ready, my lady?"

Rim extends his arm to me, and I slide my hand through the crook of his elbow.

Am I ready for this?

He wraps his fingers around my hand resting on his arm. And damn, it feels good. Comfortable.

Little warning bells clang in my mind. Being attracted to him definitely doesn't help in this situation. I'm not even five minutes in and already know I'm in trouble.

Rim lets me ascend the stairs before him. Such a gentleman.

Whack!

“Ow, what the fuck? You just spanked me?” Rubbing the burning spot on my ass, I turn to see that Rim is all smiles.

“You can’t swing that arse in my face and expect me not to do something about it, love.”

“You are so gross. That’s disgusting.”

I’m a liar. That was freaking hot. My toes curl in my shoes, and I just know this man has a true kinky side. I am so here for it.

Wait, no I’m not. I am absolutely not.

“Keep your hands off my ass. That’s a no-fly zone, mister.”

Rim chuckles behind me as we enter through the door of the jet, and luxury envelops me. This thing is nicer than my house. Hell, it's nicer than most people's houses. Sleek leather couches form what appears to be a lounging area. Behind it rests a fully stocked bar. And there must be more to this jet because a hallway leads beyond what I can see.

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