Page 21 of Mile High Addiction

He laughed, a warm, rough sound that curled her toes.

“The plastic surgery is easy to prove.As is the steroid allegation.”

More heat flooded her.She’d seen him aroused last night in his suite.His hard-on had been unmistakable beneath the soft material of his slacks.The size of it had made her throat dry and her sex tighten hungrily.No long-term steroid use there.

“Be that as it may.I need a little bit more.If it helps, I’ll go first.I’m twenty-four, I turn twenty-five in two weeks.I moved to New York two years ago.Before that I lived at home in Westchester with my parents—both university professors—and I graduated summa cum laude from Cornell.”

The smile he gave her was cryptic.“I know all of that.”

Bethany felt a jolt of shock.“You do?”

He nodded.“Half of the information was in the forms you filled out.”

“And the other half?”

His lips pursed for a split second.“Every Indigo Lounge guest is vetted thoroughly before they’re approved for the experience.I was reading your papers when you arrived.”

Her shock faded and she nodded.“That makes sense.So you know everything about me?—”

“Not quite everything, but I intend to find out.”The dark promise sent a mingled pulse of alarm and excitement through her.

“Will you afford me the same courtesy, then?”

He shrugged.“You know my name.I’m thirty-one.I’m heterosexual and I own several businesses across the globe.I like airplanes and baseball but don’t get to watch or attend many games.”His gaze re-fixed on her, that intensity claiming her with its forcefulness, then dropped to linger on her breasts before coming back to her face.“And right now, I can’t think beyond the moment I get to fuck you.”

He was giving her the glossy exterior, the fluff piece that anyone with internet access could find, then burying his reluctance to reveal anything about himself with talk of sex.She fought against the desire that dragged through her belly and tried to focus.

“What about family?Do you have any?”

An icy chill froze his face and darkened his eyes.She watched, stunned as his jaw clenched tight, and the man who’d been gazing hungrily at her a moment before completely disappeared.

“None that I want to talk about.”

* * *

As definitive answers went, it was as stark and as blunt as it could get.

His arm dropped from the back of the bench seat, his hands curling into fists on his thighs as he turned to stare out the window.

Bethany watched his profile, struck anew by the sheer gorgeousness of Zachary Savage.Even with an icy scowl stamped across his face, the man was beyond-description-hot.

It was clear she’d broached a sensitive subject.She wanted to take back the question, but she bit her tongue.

Getting to know the man you intended to sleep with wasn’t a crime.Hell, in this day and age of creeps at every corner, it was mandatory.

All the same, she held her breath when he sighed and turned to her.

“You probably have a few boxes you’re dying to tick before you’re reassured that what’s going to happen between us is okay.Trust me, Bethany, it couldn’t be more right.Would you be more reassured if I told you I’ve never done anything like this before?”

“You mean pick up a woman from one of your planes and make plans to sleep with her?”

One corner of his mouth lifted, but his face remained deadly serious.“I haven’t flown on an Indigo Lounge flight since the maiden flight six years ago.And I’ve certainly never acted on the spur-of-the-moment to go on one.”

Again, she experienced a bolt of shock, then she remembered his instructions at the airport.“Your crew were surprised you were changing your plans,” she murmured.

“That’s because I only stopped in Newark to refuel my jet.They were nearly done when you arrived.Another half hour and I would’ve been gone.”

He let that last piece of information linger, let them both absorb the serendipity of their meeting.When his eyes met hers again, the cold was gone.And the desire was back full force and pounding into her, relentless and unyielding.

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