Page 133 of Tangled In Lies

Her gaze snaps to where I’m touching her before colliding with mine. Her pupils are larger than usual, and I tilt my head to study her. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? You’re not afraid of flying, are you?”

“Oh no.” She shakes her head and glances at my lips for a moment, then mutters, “It’s nothing.”

Now I definitely know something is up.

My tongue darts out to glide over my bottom lip, and I lean in until we’re face-to-face. “Tell me what’s got you squirming like this.”

She scrutinizes the cabin. Michelle is banging in the small kitchenette in the front, and Holden is softly snoring.

“I was just thinking about something.”

“About what?”

“Have you ever . . . you know?” She nods toward the back of the plane.

I bite my cheek to keep from laughing. God, she’s cute.

That’s what’s got her so worked up? “I haven’t, no. Why? Are you offering?”

Her eyes widen, and she points at herself. “Me? Oh, I was just curious since I read this scene once in a book, so yeah. Forget I said anything.”

“What scene?”

“Just this airplane sex scene.”

Just this airplane sex scene?Is she for real right now?

“Actually, now that I think about it, I’m not sure they had sex. Maybe they weren’t on an airplane either. No, wait, there was a flight attendant, so I guess they were. Anyway, it doesn’t really matter. It would have been hot anywhere.” She wrings her hands and looks anywhere but at me.

My cock grows behind my zipper, and I shift around to adjust it.

I touch her face, guiding her chin until her gaze collides with mine. There’s an inferno in those irises. “Tell me what happens.”

She licks her lips, and fuck, I want to drag her to the back so badly right now, but I also want to hear more about this. I want to know what she considers a hot scene, what turns her on and has her blush like this.

She raises her dark eyebrows. “You want to know what happened in the sex scene in the book?”

“Yes. Tell me.”

I watch her throat bob several times. She swallows and nods, probably more to herself than me.

“Okay, mmm, so he tells her to go to her knees, and then he asks her if she wants him to feed her his cock. When she says yes, he tells her to beg for it. So she does, and then he tells her to open her mouth like a good girl, and then, you know, he puts it in, and . . . uh . . . does his thing. And then he asks her if she’s wet. She nods, so he tells her to put her hand in her skirt and to make herself come.”

The words tumble out of her like she’s getting a prize for telling the scene as condensed and as quickly as possible.

And then she shrugs like she didn’t just make me half come in my pants.

I squeeze her thigh. “How did the scene end?”

She bites her bottom lip and brings her roaming gaze back to mine. “The flight attendant knocked on the door just as they both came.”

We stare at each other for a long time and then scramble up. I grab her wrist and pull her after me so fast she stumbles and bumps into my back.

The second I have her in the bedroom, I turn around and hold her against the door. “Fuck. I’m not sure I’ve ever been as turned on as when you talk about what gets you hot.”

I slam my mouth on hers, plunging my tongue into her mouth and taking everything she offers.

When we come up for air, her eyes are glazed over and hooded.

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