Page 83 of Passenger Princess

You're being so fucking bad right now.

Teasing this poor man while I'm getting you wet from across the room.

That's what's happening, isn't it?

I should feel stupid texting things she's not even reading, but the way her breathing has started to pick up, I know each little buzz is torture.

I’m going to spank you for teasing me tonight, Princess.

Such a bad girl.

My bad girl.

Her hand lifts, and my body freezes and before she even moves much, I know what she's thinking of doing.

She's trying to drive me insane, to make me jealous.

To see if I'll snap.

Don't you fucking touch that man, Ava.

Her eyes flit to me and then back before she grabs the man's hand, holding it and flipping it like she's reading his palm, her fingers grazing over it.

She doesn't notice it, but I see the instant lust on that man's face, know the thoughts going through his mind, the way he wants her to be lightly touching him somewhere else, and I snap, making a decision.

I move over to the person conducting the speed dating, a sweetelderly woman who, from what I read, started this because she loves the idea of people falling in love, much like my Ava and her romance books.

"Hi, Jane, right?" She nods, looking confused. "I'm the security guard for Ava, and I have to speak with her for a moment. Can we have a bit of a break after this round? Five, ten minutes?"

She smiles sweetly before nodding. "Oh, of course! They're due for some mingling time anyway." The buzzer goes off, and Jane grabs the microphone, telling the crowd they're taking a fifteen-minute break and to remember what seat they were in, but I barely register it as I storm to Ava.

"Ava, a moment," I say, grabbing her by the elbow and lifting and leading her as gently as I possibly can toward an empty room.

"Jaime, what the?—"

But she can't speak anymore when I lock the door behind me, press her against a wall, and kiss her.

I kiss Ava with every ounce of pent-up jealousy and irritation running through my veins, frustration that no one knows she's taken, that she's mine, irritation that all of these men think they can have what'smine.

I kiss her and taste her, her hand moving up to my hair and pulling me closer as my hand skirts up her waist to her breast, rolling her hard nipple through her bra and shirt.

"What are you doing?" she moans against my lips.

"Reminding you of whose you are," I say, using one hand to free her breast from her low-cut top, pinching her nipple before moving my hand down, gripping the bottom of the short, fitted skirt she's wearing, and tugging it up. Then I slide my hand down the front of her panties.

With my forehead to hers, I gaze down at her, our breaths panting and mingling, my finger circling her clit before dipping down, feeling just how wet she is.

"Jesus. This is from teasing me, isn't it? Making me jealous got you this wet?"

Her head nods against mine. "Yeah," she admits. "I love rattling you." She pants and moans as I slide a finger into her. "I love knowing I get to you."

"All you do is get to me, Ava," I say, starting to fuck her with two fingers. "All I do is think about you, dream about you. Since that very first night, you've completely consumed me." I move, sliding down, kissing the spot on her stomach where her shirt and skirt don't meet, leaving a line of smooth skin before continuing down to my knees, the hand not inside her sliding her underwear down to her ankles. She steps out of them, and I shove the cream-colored lace in my pocket.

Ava moans, her hips rocking in time with my fingers fucking her. "That's it," I say from my knees, looking up at her. "You're fucking magnificent like this, taking what you need."

Her eyes are hooded as she looks down at me, pinching her nipples, her skirt around her waist, hair falling forward.

"Jaime, I… I…”

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