Page 85 of Passenger Princess

She presses off the wall and steps closer to me, seduction on her face as if I didn't have her completely at my mercy moments ago. "Did I make you jealous, Big Guy?"

"You have no fucking idea," I say, groaning as her small hand moves to my hard cock, gripping it gently. I give her one last press of my lips to hers before I step back.

"You first. Go out, tell Jane it's all clear because I told her I had to talk to you about an emergency." She rolls her lips into her mouth. "I'll follow in five. Or however the fuck long it takes for this hard-on to go down."

"All right, Jaime," she says, all sweet.

And then I watch her ass as she opens the door, winking at me over her shoulder before she magically drops her phone, bending down still in the doorway to grab it, showing me the barest glimpse of her swollen, wet cunt. She stands, tugs down her skirt, and walks off to the sweet, older woman like nothing happened.

My woman is going to be the death of me; that much is for certain.

FORTY

AVA

Utah is our next stop, and I'd be lying if I said this state hadn't been way, way, way at the bottom of places I'm excited to go on this tour. Not because Utah isn't gorgeous and exciting and interesting. I'm sure it is. I'm sure it could even be the most interesting of the states we're traveling through.

But I could give two fucks about it because it's the home state of both Regina Miller and Anne Holmes, and I could go an entire lifetime without seeing either of them again, much less with the added bravado of being in their home state.

"It's going to be just fine," Jaime says, running a hand down my back as I spray on some perfume.

He's taken to doing this, hanging out in the bathroom while I get ready, and each time, it makes my belly flip. He'll sit in close quarters watching me do something silly he has no interest in just because he wants to spend time with me or because it makesmehappy.

"I know. I just think skipping this entire stop would be much more enjoyable," I grumble, leaning in to put a swipe of some lipstick on.

"Yes, but the joy Anne would get from you skipping her homestate would eat at you forever. Imagine having to look at her for the rest of the tour, knowing she knows she gets under your skin."

I scrunch my nose in disgust because that sounds even worse than spending the entire day with Anne. It would be letting her win, even if it's in such a minuscule way, andthatI won't be doing.

"You're right," I grumble.

"I'm always right," he says, staring, then slaps my ass, walking toward the living area. "Come on, we have to get going."

"Jaime!" I shout through a laugh. Seeing Jaime break out of his rigid shell, goof around with me more, and push my buttons back has been a joy. It's like once he decided we were crossing that line, something in him snapped, letting him be himself completely. It turns out his real self isn't too far from his bodyguard self—uptight, much too careful, and definitely grumpy—but he's also just a tad more fun.

"Gotta go, or you're gonna be late, which Anne and Regina would love to use as yet another reason to hate you."

I pout at the reflection in the mirror. "Ugh, I almost let myself forget she'd be there too. Why can't you ever just let me live in my delusion?"

Grabbing my crown, I carefully place it on my head, pinning it in place and turning left and right to check it from all angles. I don't wear it to every event, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't make an effort to wear it at any event Anne would be attending, too.

"Because one of us has to be grounded in reality, and it's sure as fuck not going to be you."

I smile at him sweetly. He's not wrong.

"Okay, how do I look?" I ask as I walk out of the bathroom. Jaime is scrolling his phone but presses off the wall he's leaning on when I walk in. He slides his phone into his pocket and takes a few steps until he's close enough to pull me into him.

"Fucking beautiful," he murmurs against my lips.

"Don't mess up my lipstick."

His lips tip up, the hand I put to his cheek feeling rather than seeing the dimple emerge.

"Deal. I'll do that later."

"Yes, please," I whisper. He steps back abruptly, a hand on my waist keeping me from toppling over before I get rid of the Jaime-induced vertigo and can stand on my own. "Rude."

"Later, Princess." His hand reaches up, touching one of the gems on my crown. "You know, the first time I saw you in this, I was so fucking pissed."

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