Page 48 of From Us, Forever

I twisted my head, narrowing my eyes as I took in her blatant disregard for me. Her blue eyes were solely fixed on him, gawking as she adjusted her golden hair.

My blood boiled despite the coldness in the air. “My boyfriend and I would like some privacy,” I said before Jay could say anything. “For the rest of the flight.”

Her rounded eyes kept volleying between Jay and me, but she didn’t say a word. Almost as if she was waiting for him to confirm my request.

I gritted my teeth. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

A flush swept over her face. “No, ma’am. I understand.” And with that, she sashayed out of there with a little less sway than the last time.

“Oh, and please keep the curtains drawn,” I called out as I watched her trembling fingers and sneery lips secure the curtains closed.

“Can you believe her?” I bit under my breath as I turned my eyes to him.

He was looking right at me with a full-blown grin and eyes shining with something akin to pride.

Pink bloomed on my cheeks as my heartbeat picked up a notch. “What?”

“That was hot.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be, but can you blame me?” I frowned when his grin only spread wider. “Did I overstep?” I asked suddenly, feeling as though I might have. I wasn’t the one to speak out like that—direct confrontational speech was a big no-no for me.

“Baby, you standing up for yourself and commanding respect is not overstepping.” He held my cheek and pressed his lips to mine in a fevered kiss.

I smiled, drawing back.

In a swoop, he lifted us both to his feet, and I clutched him tighter, confused.

“It’s time to break out the mile-high card,” he said, carrying us past a snoring Strawberry toward the back room.

“Now?” My eyes widened.

“Isn’t that why you sent the kind hostess away?”

“She was anything but kind.”

As soon as we entered the room, he dropped me like a heap on the soft bed that bounced under my weight as I scrambled to a seat.

“Now strip and kneel for me,” he commanded, and the air in the room instantly charged with tension.

Goose bumps broke out on my skin from the deep timbre in his voice. “What?” I muttered, my throat going dry when he peeled off his T-shirt and threw it aside. All my earlier bravery faded away.

In the bedroom, he took charge, and I never argued. The man knew what to do, and he did it well.

The room was lit in a golden glow, illuminating every inch of his flawless skin.

My eyes went straight to the massive fire-breathing wyvern on his chest.

“Why the dragon?” I asked to distract from his brazen demand. It had been on my mind for a while anyway, but I never questioned it.

He smirked, catching onto me. “Why don’t you take off your clothes, and I’ll tell you?”

Something about the lack of bedroom shadows and the room’s brightness made me self-conscious even though this man had seen everything.

But I nodded, my shaking fingers gripping the end of my hoodie, and pulled it over my head. A chill ran through my spine when I kicked off my sweatpants and knelt in the center of the bed in just my undies.

A sharp inhale hissed out of my lips as his eyes ran over every crevice of my body. I had to squeeze my thighs together to suppress the throb pulsing in my clit.

“Good girl. As for the tattoo, look here.” He pointed at the center of his chest.

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