Page 11 of Mile High Addiction

“The ‘call me Zach and scream my name when I make you come’ part, of course.Jeez!”

“Yep, he said that.”

“And what did you say?”

Bethany paused and shifted the phone to her other ear.“I told him he couldn’t call me Beth when I made him come because only one person calls me Beth, and I didn’t think he’d want me thinking of my father when I was in a compromising position.”

Keely erupted in laughter.“You didn’t!”

“Nah, not really, but I may have thought it.”Bethany breathed again.She didn’t feel guilty for skimming over the office episode because she wasn’t sure herself exactly what had happened.Also, that last statement of his felt too intimate, too raw to share.Who’d have thought the idea of being crack-fucked would turn her on so much!

She’d lost half of her mind the moment she’d laid eyes on Zachary Savage.The other half had gone the moment he’d put his hands on her.

As she relived those electrifying minutes in his office, heat engulfed her.

Walking beside him and the other guests onto the plane had been the hardest thing Bethany had done in recent memory.

For one thing, she’d been sure every single one of the twenty-four Indigo Lounge guests knew what she’d been up to in Zachary Savage’s office.And also her panties had been so wet, every step had been a tortuous reminder of her scandalous behavior.

The last straw had been when Zachary had waved her before him at the foot of the jet steps.

“After you,” he’d said in that sexy-as-hell voice.

She’d immediately shaken her head.“No, after you this time.I insist.”

His knowing smile had made her face flame.But it hadn’t stopped her from ogling his tight butt as he’d mounted the steps into the plane.

Once inside though, sexual chemistry had been replaced with another equally potent sensory bombardment.

The interior of the Airbus 380 was exquisite.White and gold with indigo trimmings, the space remodeled exclusively for high-net-worth clients was so stunning that Bethany forgot to breathe as she looked around.

A bar area, where mimosas and tiny croissants topped with shaved truffles were being handed out, stood to one side.Large, sumptuous club seats in groups of four were scattered up the mid-point of the plane.Beyond that, separated by a gold, white and indigo pearl-drop curtain, she spied another seating area.

She accepted a mimosa from a waitress—another stunner, although a redhead this time—and whirled slowly as her gaze lifted.

Above her, a Swarovski crystal chandelier twirled, throwing dazzling light over the group.

“Wow,” she murmured.

“You like it?”Zach enquired from beside her.

She lowered her head and stared at him, feeling breathless all over again when she looked into his magnificent face.“Like it?I love it.It’s stunning!”

He inclined his head but not before she saw a hint of pride wash over his face.That single expression sent a pulse of something she couldn’t quite define through her.

He was pleased by her praise.Bethany wasn’t sure how it was possible that she’d met him less than an hour ago, yet already she felt as if she knew him on some visceral level.The knowledge that her opinion meant something to him touched her deep inside.

“I’m glad,” he murmured.

“Why?”she asked, curiosity about him making her bold.“Why are you glad?”

“Because I want your trip to be memorable.Unforgettable.I will not achieve that if you’re unhappy with your surroundings.If there’s anything you need, just say the word and it’ll be yours.”

“Well, you needn’t worry on that score.This is unbelievable.”

His smile showed genuine pleasure.She gaped at the transformation from gorgeous to incredible, an undefinable feeling shooting through her.

“Thank you.”He took a sip of his mimosa, his eyes fixed on her.“I’ll give you a tour after takeoff.”

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