Page 43 of Scandalous Secrets

I nodded and sat back against the leather, the warm air from the heater caressing my legs and taking the bite out of the cold air outside. The driver had barely gotten into the driver’s seat as Troy’s hands found my body, wrapping around me and sliding me closer to him. I looked from him to the driver nervously. With a flick of a button on the door panel, a divider rose slowly between the backseat and the front seat.

“Better?” he whispered.

I nodded.

He let out a soft laugh as he pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked down at him from where I perched.

“Thank you for coming,” he said.

“Thank you for convincing me to.” I smiled.

His hands slid up my back and he pulled me closer to him, tilting his chiseled chin up to meet his mouth to mine. Our lips pressed lightly together and his fingers gently ran up and down my back, matching the pressure of his mouth against mine. I felt the tip of his tongue run slowly across my lips, and the car suddenly felt hotter than before. I parted my lips, allowing him access to my eager tongue that was ready to taste him again.

A low groan rumbled through him as his tongue met mine, massaging it slowly. His fingertips pressed into me, again matching the intensity of our kiss. I ground my backside against his lap as my hands traveled to his hair. I felt him twitch underneath me. I smiled into our kiss knowing I had this effect on him, and he had the same effect on me as I felt the familiar sensation between my legs.

Soon, the car was slowing down and came to a stop. We had arrived sooner than I would have liked, as we were just getting started. We pulled away from each other breathless. Troy laughed as he looked out the windows, fogged up from our intense make-out session. He rubbed his palm against the window in circular motions and peered out.

“We’re here,” he said.

A moment later, my car door opened and I stepped out. I let out a quiet gasp as I realized we were on the actual runway and a private jet stood before me, its stairs already spilled out and ready to take us away.

Chapter 20

Troy

Itook a step toward the plane, stopping when I realized that Monica was not following me. I glanced back and saw her gaze on the sleek, white jet that loomed before us on the runway. Her lips were slightly parted as her eyes followed from the nose of the plane to the tail. I laughed softly.

“You coming?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said, catching up and falling into step beside me.

I looked back and made sure my driver was grabbing our bags from the trunk. I was surprised to see Monica had only brought one small bag. It was refreshing after having traveled with Veronica in the past. We could have been going somewhere for the weekend, and she brought enough suitcases stuffed to the brim to last her two months.

I took the first few steps up toward the plane, and turned to hold my hand out for Monica. She took it hesitantly, but followed behind me as we entered the doorway of the plane. I was very aware of the eyes on us, but figured any gentleman would help a woman up the stairs. Even though her hand in mine was so much more than that as I felt the heat from her touch course through my veins. It was as if I hadn’t just had her pressed against me in the car, feeling the sensation of her tongue against mine. I simply could not get enough.

I led her down the aisle of the plane to our seats, as the two flight attendants made last-minute checks to see that everything was to my liking. Folded cashmere blankets on each seat. A bottle of champagne on ice on the table. Soft jazz playing through the speakers. I nodded to them with satisfaction as I sat in the creamy leather seat.

Monica took the seat across from me, her eyes not catching mine as she looked around the plane. Her fingers ran down the soft, cream blanket that sat next to her on the seat. Her eyes were wide with wonder and I realized this was probably the first time she had been on a private jet. The thought was thrilling that I could introduce something as a first for her, along with the slew of positions I hoped were firsts for her. I then ventured to wonder if she had ever joined the Mile High Club.

“Is it to your liking?” I asked.

“Oh, sure,” she said, meeting my gaze. “This is fine.” She shrugged and gave me a small smile.

She tried to come off as unimpressed and I found it endearing. I knew this life was anything but normal, but I liked sharing it with her. I liked sharing everything with her. She was always so easy about everything. Monica never seemed out of place anywhere we went, whether in a meeting with a bigwig or enjoying champagne at Bloomingdale’s. She adapted to whatever we did, just like she did now as she sat across from me looking delectable.

I wanted to take her right here on this plane, but knew we had to keep up our appearances. This jet was one of many that belonged to my family. I didn’t trust anyone on it not to divulge any details they might see to my father. I still hadn’t told him that I had abruptly ordered the jet for my use. It wasn’t like I needed to ask permission, but leaving work early and taking a vacation would certainly piss him off.

I knew if I explained why I needed to get away, he would understand. Despite my mother being chummy with my ex-wife, my father was much the opposite. He had never been a big fan of Veronica, especially not after we got married so quickly after meeting. Our wild night in Vegas had left a bad taste in his mouth, especially when it was plastered all over the papers. I remember a few of the headlines.

Gunner’s Shotgun Wedding

Gunning for Disaster

Our stocks had gone down that week and shareholders were questioning whether I was the right person to take over my father’s company when and if that day would come. But I knew it wouldn’t. My father had no plans of stepping down from his position, and even if he did, I doubted I would be the first one on his list to hand his company over to.

He said I was reckless. Unreliable. Wild.

The papers agreed.

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