Page 64 of Passenger Princess

I’m close and want her to tumble over the edge with me. My thumb moves to her clit, rubbing in small, rough circles, her hips rocking as she rides me. My orgasm creeps closer, the edges of my vision dimming as she fucks me, and I start to rub her clit faster.

"I'm going to come," she moans.

"Come on, Ava. Come on my cock and take me with you, let me fill your cunt." Then my free hand moves to the back of her neck, pulling her close and pressing my lips to hers as it builds.

My hand pumps faster as the Ava in my head arches her back, shouting my name before I come.

As I come, one hand propped on the wall of the shower, the scent of Ava hanging in the air around me, and unable to remember if I made a noise as I did, I think the same thing I do every fucking time I do this.

I am so fucked.

THIRTY-ONE

AVA

"Ava," the voice says, a low rumble in my ear as I shift out of my dreamless sleep. "Wake up, Princess. I let you sleep in as much as I could, but we gotta get on the road."

Cracking open one eye, I see Jaime's face not far from mine before he stands straight, crossing his arms on his chest casually like he wasn't just inches from me moments before.

"Mmm," I grumble, closing my eyes again and rolling over.

You know I'm tired when I'm too exhausted to even pick on Jaime when the perfect opportunity is in front of me, but after the past few days, I’m fully drained.

"Uh-uh," he says, his voice suddenly firm. "No, we have to get on the road. We're already cutting it close if we want to get to the next hotel before the sun gets down."

I groan again but don't move. I packed last night, and all I'll have to do this morning to get ready for the next leg is pack up my last-minute things, put some clothes on, and try and convince Jaime to take me to a coffee shop for much-needed caffeine. Maybe a snack stop, too, because I've already eaten through my stash, and it's a nearly a six-hour drive this time.

"Ava, we have to get going, or we're going to hit traffic."

I let out some kind of inhuman sound, this time grabbing the edge of the blanket and rolling with it, curling in on myself and the warmth of the bed.

And suddenly, the warmth is gone, air conditioning taking over my body and forcing my eyes open. "Wha—?" I say, rolling back to my back and looking around, propped on my elbows. In front of me stands Jaime, eyes wide as he stares at me, hands holding the white hotel blanket in his hands, frozen in place.

Except for his big hazel eyes that graze over my body.

He's lucky I made the decision that I had to wear pajamas to maintain a bit of common decency on this trip, but evenIknow these pajamas are barely decent. A pair of silky shorts and the world's tiniest silk cami provide nearly no coverage, leaving a large swatch of my stomach exposed. No bra and the cool air conditioning cause the nipples on my full breasts to pucker, but I don't cross my arms over them to hide it. My hair is crazed, over my shoulders, and probably a total mess, but I smirk at him through my tired eyes.

Gotta fake it till you make you.

"Like what you see, big guy?" I ask, pushing my shoulders back and my tits out.

"I-I-I—" he stutters, and my smile grows more, then he throws the blanket back on me. "We have to go." Then he's out of the room.

I give him the courtesy of not laughing until the door is closed behind him, though he definitely hears it if the groan that comes from the other side means anything.

But Jaime wins the next round ofwho can shock the other morewhen we walk into the parking lot, with him holding my bag over his shoulder even though I told him I could. He's stiffer than usual, hyperalert like something is going to happen, but it'ssix in the morning and the lot, while there is a scattering of cars, is mostly empty.

After opening the back door of the black SUV and tossing in my bag, Jaime makes his way to the passenger seat door and opens it for me, but I hesitate getting in.

My brows furrow in confusion as I ask, "What….?".

There's a big iced coffee already in the cupholder, a fluffy white blanket on the seat, a book I have never read or owned, and my headphones on the seat. In the footwell, there's a bag, and sticking out is the recognizable top of my favorite kind of chips. Through the thin plastic, I think there are the gummy bears I like—the ones I definitely told him in passing were my favorite, but not more than once or twice.

I turn to my bodyguard and driver to see he has a hand behind his neck, gripping it there, the other on the door of the car.

"What is this, Jaime?"

"It's…nothing. Really."

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