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Lathan nodded and headed to a bar. I took in the cabin while he filled a glass with ice and water. It was small, with a few chairs, a table, and a couch. Our luggage was placed in a closet off to the side. Two doors faced off from it, which I assumed held the bedroom and a bathroom. The driver handed something to Lathan before making his exit. The cabin door was closed, and the pilot disappeared.

“No flight attendant?” I asked as we took our seats.

“Do you want a witness to the filthy things you’re going to do to me?”

I snorted. “I guess not.” I buckled myself in and gripped the handrests.

“I don’t usually fly with a full staff, but since it’s also a holiday, I didn’t want to pull people away from their families.”

“Except for the driver and pilot?”

“Hmm. Yes, well, I paid the driver a very generous fee, and he would’ve been working regardless of whether I needed him. The pilot’s wife is in Austin, so he was eager to take the shift when it popped up.”

I didn’t know why it surprised me he’d been considerate of their time, but it did. I cleared my throat. “That’s awfully thoughtful of you, Lathan.”

“Hmm.” He didn’t expand as the plane taxied down the runway and lifted off a few seconds later into the air. I gripped the handrests and focused on all the ways I would make Lathan Silver fall to his knees.

Once we leveled out, the overhead speaker came on. “You’re able to move about the cabin now. Our ETA is four hours. I will alert you when we’re thirty minutes from landing.”

Lathan unbuckled his lap belt, stood, and offered me his hand. “Are you ready?”

Was I ready to devour him? Yes. Was I prepared for the turmoil this would cause my heart? No.

Nevertheless, I took his hand and followed him to the room in the back. This would either be my salvation or damnation.

CHAPTER18

LATHAN

The typical nervousenergy that radiated through my body had dulled since I’d uttered my truth. In doing so, it had made me bold. Canceling his ticket wasn’t out of character for me. However, using the family jet was. Mainly because I knew it would get back to my mother and then there would be questions. Questions I’d been avoiding for a decade.

I could play them off and focus on Miller being my teammate and a friend of Landon’s. But a part of me didn’t want to. I was tired of hiding certain aspects of myself. Of portraying the perfect son. The son I’d never been.

Miller granted me freedom from all of it, and I wanted to hold on to this feeling with all of my might.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

I tensed at the command. Warm hands landed on my shoulder, and his body blanketed mine, sending calmness through my body.

“You wanted this, Silver. You bought us four hours to get your glorious backside prepared for me, and I don’t plan to waste a second of it. So don’t make me repeat myself.”

I relaxed into him, and my brain shut off. The intrusive thoughts about needing to be in control disappeared, replaced by a calm reassurance.

Miller would take care of me.

Miller would make me feel good.

Miller only asked me to be myself.

With my mind quieted, I tugged off my clothes and left them at the foot of the bed. The urge to fold them wasn’t a priority. Not when I had Miller staring at me as if I was the best thing he’d ever seen. His hazel eyes were dark and full of heat. They were trained on me as I scooted back onto the bed. I devoured every reaction he permitted me to see.

The flare of his nostrils.

The tightening of his fists at his sides.

The tented fabric at the front of his sweatpants.

The rise of his chest.

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