Page 92 of Passenger Princess

Two of my fingers slide inside her now, and I start to fuck her with them, groaning at the wet sound they make.

"Fucking soaked from your book, aren't you? Dirty fucking princess."

"From you," she groans, and I lick my lip, pulling the bottom one in to bite it and fight another groan. I'm hard, dying to slide into her, but I know there are hours before we get to the hotel. She sighs, tipping her hips up. "From you, Jaime. I'm not wet from the book." I crook my finger, a reward for her honesty. "I'm wet from you."

"That's right, Ava. Because whose pussy is this?" My thumb moves and rubs on her clit, hard, her hips bucking as she does.

"It's yours."

God.My fingers move faster now, fucking her with abandon, her hips moving in time to the best of her ability. She's white-knuckling the pages of her book, but it's long forgotten at this point.

"That's right. You can read whatever filthy booksyou want, Ava, but know it's always me who's going to make you come. Now, are you going to be a good girl and come for me while I drive?"

"Yes, yes," she moans, bucking again, one hand moving to her breast, the book falling to the floor as her back arches.

"Now, Ava. Come on my fingers."

She does, moaning my name as her pussy clamps down on me as I sink them deep and press on her clit. I stay there, caressing her clit until she jolts, the aftershocks over, and the light touch too intense.

Slowly, my hand leaves her pants and underwear, her chest heaving as she comes down from her high. But I know she watches as I bring those fingers to my mouth and clean them.

FORTY-THREE

AVA

With five days left in the tour before the final event in California, Jaime wakes me up early, tells me to get dressed with little to no extra information, driving me absolutely insane, and then gets me and Peach into the SUV.

"Where are we going?"

"We'll be there in ten minutes, Ava. I think you can wait that long," Jaime says.

"So it's not too far," I say, tapping a finger to my lips as I try to think. But I know nothing about Washington other than yesterday, when we visited a woman-owned romance bookstore, and I decided I wanted to move and live there forever. Everything was pink and gorgeous, and it was packed to the brim with books—some I'd read, some on my to-be-read list, and others I'd never read.

Jaime's hand reaches out, grabbing mine and pulling it up to his lips before pulling it into his lap, his thumb brushing on the back. "Stop overthinking. We'll be there soon."

I can't argue, instead smiling at him, his head moving to look at me as he rolls to a stop sign before reaching over and pulling me into him, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"What was that for?"

"You looked too beautiful not to kiss."

My cheeks heat, and he smiles at me before sitting back once more, his hand in mine gripping tighter as he drives off to a destination unknown.

"What are we doing here?" I ask, staring at the cutesy pink bookstore we were at yesterday, and he puts the car in park ten minutes later.

He doesn't answer, but instead, he steps out of the car and goes into the back to grab Peach in her harness and leash before walking around to my door, opening it, and helping me out.

"Going shopping."

"But..."

"You wanted to spend a decade in here yesterday, Ava."

He's not wrong— we were here for barely an hour, promoting the business, taking pictures, and talking to local press, but all I wanted to do was peruse the aisles for hours. Of course, I didn't because the last thing I needed was some reporter getting a shot of me buying a why choose or an Omegaverse romance and making me out to be some horrific role model. So instead, I looked on in wonder, taking mental notes of books to check up on later.

"Hey, you two," Rosie, the bookstore owner, says as she opens the door, waving us in. I smile at her, still confused, as she closes it behind me and locks the door. "How are you?"

"I'm...I'm great. I…" I pause, looking around again in wonder, before shaking my head. "I'm sorry, I'm so confused." I turn to Jaime, who is setting Peach on her leash on the floor, where she starts rolling around like a goof. "Can someone explain what is happening?"

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