Page 13 of Keeping The Virgin

I sigh, place my drink into a nearby holder, then lean back into the cushiony seat.

“It’s good to see you relax,” he says.

“How can I not? Bellini? A private jet? A trip to New York?”

A gorgeous billionaire who’s indulging me?

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I turn my head to face him. He’s looking deeply into me with those heart-stopping eyes, and my pulse stutters.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I was referring to last evening at dinner. Something upset you.”

The text from Liam. Got the package as expected.

All I want to do is shut that out of my mind, and there’s only one way that’s going to happen—with Cage. He’s enough to make any woman forget anything, so why think about what’s waiting for me back in the real world?

I have heaven right here.

“Really, it was nothing.” I lean to the side, bracing my elbow on the armrest and my head against the cushion backrest.

My hair curls over my shoulder, and Cage reaches over to touch it. He rubs the strands between his fingers, just as he did yesterday when he tested the juices from my aroused pussy. The memory sends a strike of lust through me, and I bite my lip.

“It didn’t look like ‘nothing,’” he says in a low tone.

I really don’t want to think about this, and I reach up to wrap my fingers around his wrist. It’s the first time I’ve initiated anything with him, and his eyes flare with desire. Electricity seems to burn from my skin to his own.

My breathing quickens as his fingers trail from my hair to my neck. He strokes my tender skin there with his thumb, and when I swallow, his lips part. His gaze goes hazy as it runs from my neck to my mouth…

A female voice interrupts us. “Mr. Bryant? The captain is ready.”

Cage’s eyes focus again, and he removes his hand from me. When he glances at the flight attendant, he’s fully in charge of himself. Of everything around him.

I sit up in the seat and stare straight ahead, furiously blushing again. I’d almost forgotten that Cage and I aren’t alone.

“Thank you, Janelle,” he says. “Let everyone know that we won’t require service during the flight.”

“Yes, sir.”

His words hang in the air between us as we prepare for take off. Even as the jet flies into the brightening sky those words don’t go anywhere.

Why would he refuse service unless he’s going to…?

My god, is this the when, how, and where I’ve been fantasizing about ever since he gave me a taste of what he’s going to do to me?

I don’t know how long I sit there avoiding his gaze with the sound of the jet growling around us, the passage of blue sky rolling past the windows.

No crew. Just us.

And I’m pretty sure Cage hasn’t taken his eyes off me this entire time.

I throb under his intense scrutiny. I take a sip of the peach Bellini, just for something to do.

“You’re rather shy, aren’t you?” he murmurs.

I put my glass back in the holder. “Me?”

“You.”

He begins to loosen his tie with such casual assurance that my pussy starts creaming.

“I’m not…shy,” I whisper. “Not exactly.” The secrets I carry would blow that idea right out of the water.

“Whatever you are, Karini, I want you to bring it to me.” His command echoes through the lounge. “Come over here. Now.”

His urgency startles me, but in a good way, a way that gives my pulse a twist. I heat up as I see the same fire in his eyes that I saw yesterday.

It’s happening. He’s going to make me come again, and I already know the when and the where of that fact.

It’s just a matter of how…and how hard.

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