Page 10 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
He laughed, low, dark, and sinful, his teeth nipping at my jaw. “You are.”
My orgasm hit before I could mentally prepare for the onslaught without stimulation, sudden and violent and ripping the air from my lungs. He swallowed the cry climbing up my throat with his mouth on mine, grunting,groaningquietlyagainst my lips as his hips jerked and stuttered, his own release flooding him and filling me.
For a heartbeat, the only sounds were our ragged breaths and the low hum of the plane. But then he was pulling back, just enough to meet my gaze again, a rim of hazel barely visible around his blown pupils.
Christ. I wasn’t going to get a single second of sleep on this flight.
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Matt’s scent still lingered on my skin as I exhaustedly dragged my roller behind me down the gangway.
I’d let him touch me three more times after the first, need outweighing rational thought. The partition had gone back up after that, him insisting he needed at least an hour of sleep, but I hadn’t been able to for a single second. My body ached in every good way and a handful of bad ways from not getting any rest, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Ryan was no longer the last person I’d slept with.Thatwas enough to make the stupid decisions worth it.
I tried not to think about how Matt’s hands had felt on my skin despite being able tofeelhis presence walking behind me. We hadn’t exchanged full names, hadn’t given each other phone numbers — once and done. That was it. Strangers who probably wouldn’t cross paths again. And even though he’d touched me like Satan himself had blessed him with the ability to give out sin, I was fine with that. He’d raised my standards.
But something was different. Something I couldn’t quite place.
The staff along the gangway gave me a smile and a wave, but I saw the way their faces shifted just as I got passed them, morphing into something far more reverent and appreciative in the millisecond before they were out of view, their gaze locked on the man behind me.
The moment my sandaled foot crossed the threshold into the airport to head for Immigration, I heard it.
“How was your flight, Mr. Strathmore? Everything up to standards?”
I froze.
Just for a half-second, everything shut down.
Strathmore.
The air in my lungs left in an instant.
Strathmore.
Matt Strathmore.Matthew Strathmore.
No. No, no, no, no. That couldn’t be real. But the puzzle pieces started clicking into place before I could catch my breath — the flight. The fact that Ryan managed to get us a first-class experience that fancy, so easily, before I’d kicked him off the booking. The fact that Matt—Matthew—had gotten that seat last minute.
I’d slept with Ryan’s brother.
Ryan, who used to talk about his estranged sibling like he was the devil reincarnated. Ryan, who’d told me he was disinherited from their family’s wealth because Matthew—not Matt,Matthew—took everything and locked the accounts. Matthew, who owned an airline.Thisairline. The one I’d flown on, courtesy of a ticket Ryan had booked months ago when I still thought we had a future, and he had a soul.
God.
I felt sick.
I didn’t turn around. I walked faster, through the doors of the terminal like they’d personally offended me, needing to beanywhere else than within eyeline of him. Away from Matthew Strathmore, away from the man I’d let myself want without knowing just how tangled and fucked-up it was.
This was going to my fucking grave.
Chapter 4
Matt
One week later…
Sienna had infected my thoughts like a goddamn virus.
