Page 10 of Mistletoe Missus
Flabbergasted, unable to breathe, Mitt took his lips away before I could even disagree. He left me a bothered mess right in his back seat while he exited the vehicle, and Albert looked down at me. He was possessive, and he made me quiver with want. Shivers of heat coursed through me, and I was hot enough to melt ice with only one touch.
“Ms. Kingsley? Are you all right?” Albert asked, as concern spread across his wise face.
“Yes,” I whispered and got out of the car. “Just a lapse in judgment and a shock to my system.”
My pussy, to be exact, but that was too much information for poor Albert to handle. Poor fella might have a heart attack!
The driver handed over my oversized purse with the little contents I had stuffed inside. He didn’t let go when I pulled on the handle, and I became territorial. I tugged again, but the man had another objective.
A message.
Albert raised an eyebrow at me, and he leaned in close. “Be careful around Mr. Morgan. He’s not at all as he seems.”
Okay. Strange.What was that supposed to mean?
The chauffeur let go of my belongings and kept eye contact with me until I turned away and joined Mitt at his side. The riddle made goosebumps crawl all over my skin, and I gave myself a mental shake to make them go away.
“Is everything fine?” Mitt asked as we walked through the automated sliding glass doors and into the busy airport.
“Yes.” I sighed with a glance back, but Mitt’s driver was gone. “But I hate flying. I can’t stand the cramped seating, expensive food, and long wait times.”
Mitt wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I think you’re going to love my private jet.”
“Private jet? But what about—” my rambling ended with the firm squeeze he gave my shoulder blade.
“We aren’t flying with everyone else,” Mitt explained as he peered down at me with a smile. “We get a flight all to ourselves.”
“Oh, right... I forgot...” I said, with the palm of my hand smacking against my forehead. “You’re rich.”
“Soon you will be too.”
Suddenly, Mitt stopped walking and pulled me in close. His breath mingled with mine as the ground swirled, and he caused a fiery heat to sizzle around us. A barrier no one could break, with only he and I locked away inside. The temperature only grew as his lips sweetly brushed mine and everything faded away.
“That part must have slipped my mind,” I admitted with my eyes aimed at his delicious lips.
“I appreciate how money isn’t an objective for you.”
“No, but having a family is,” I said as my nose grazed his, and I caught the lust swirling in his hazel-hued eyes.
“Kids require sex.”
“Lots of sex,” I almost whimpered into his mouth as he painstakingly parted my lips with his tongue.
I was drunk off his existence, trapped in his universe, and I never wanted to come out.
“Careful, angel, I might hold you to that,” he whispered against my parted mouth, but withdrew while his picture-perfect naked body vanished from my mind. “But first, we have a flight to catch.”
Damn, I let my imagination get the best of me.
Mitt took my purse from my shoulder and carried my belongings. The arousal dissipated inside of me and turned into admiration. Never had a man offered to carry my purse for me. The sight made me softly giggle as I followed closely beside him, but Mitt eyed me.
“What?” Mitt asked with a shrug of his shoulders. “Can’t a man help his lady?”
My only answer was a louder giggle, forming into our laughter as we made our way through security, and we didn’t have one issue with bypassing all the lines. Guards greeted Mitt as if he flew out on his jet daily. Maybe he did? After all, I was getting to know the real Mr. Morgan, and there was still much to discover.
“Is everything set?” Mitt asked a man walking alongside him.
“Yes,” he answered as he pushed open a door and the chilly winter bit at my exposed skin.
