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Once we reached the end of the hallway, we came out into the terminal. There were a few stores and a coffee shop. People were around, but it wasn’t as busy as when we’d first entered the airport. Only people with a boarding pass were allowed in that area, so there weren’t reporters and paparazzi. And thank god for that.
My small run-in with the paparazzi earlier was enough to last me a lifetime.
It was kind of funny how oblivious most people were as we walked toward the lounge to wait for our flight. Declan was wearing sunglasses, sure, but it was still obviously him under them. Some people did a double-take, but everyone else didn’t even look up from their phones. They were too busy watching life pass them by through the screens of their smartphones instead of actually experiencing life for themselves. Sad, really.
I loved my phone and was on it probably a bit more than I should be sometimes, but I had a rule that I didn’t get on it when I was hanging out with people.
“What are you thinking, Agent?” Declan asked in a deeper, more formal tone.
He was such a character. I loved that he was playing along with my dumb idea.
“Well, Special Agent…” I paused to think of a different last name for him, just in case anyone overheard. “Pecs. I was just thinking that you could strip down into your birthday suit and walk through this place and no one would even notice because they’re too focused on their phones.”
He coughed. “Did you just call me Special Agent Pecs?”
“Roger that.”
The amount of times I’d made him laugh in a span of fifteen minutes or so was amazing. Not that I was counting or anything—three—but I loved being the one to get that reaction from him.
“I think I could get way into this role-play,” he said under his breath so only I could hear it.
He pressed his body closer to mine, and mine heated in response. Anyone watching would’ve just assumed we were standing side-by-side and having a casual conversation.
How clever Declan was, teasing me while in plain sight, and no one was the wiser.
I cleared my throat. “So, Agent. What’s the plan now? Surely they don’t expect us to stand at the gate with all these normal folk while we wait to board.”
One of the airline personnel that’d been escorting us approached the gate agent. They shared some words, and the gate agent nodded.
“They’re well-informed of our VIP status, Agent Michaels,” Declan answered in his authoritative voice—one I totally wanted him to use while fucking me next time. “We’ll get to board the plane early so as not to be detected.”
Despite trying to keep a professional demeanor, more like a brooding one that I’d intended to make me look like the cool tough-guy, I broke out into a smile.
Roughly ten minutes later, we went through a side door beside the gate agent and were led onto the jet bridge to board the plane.
I’d never been on a plane before and felt like a kid as I touched every seat we passed, finding it all fascinating. The thought of flying didn’t scare me, so I didn’t have that beginner’s fear or whatever that some people mentioned having before flying for the first time.
I was kind of an adrenaline junkie. I loved heights and doing anything to get a thrill. One day, I’d love to go skydiving, spelunking in caves, and snorkeling in the ocean. I’d gone bungee jumping before and had loved it. Heights didn’t freak me out.
“How long is this plane ride?” I asked, settling into the nice, comfy seat.
First class, baby.
“Eh.” Declan shrugged and finally took off his sunglasses. “Ten or eleven hours? Around there.” He’d insisted that I take the window seat since I’d never flown before and he plopped down in the one next to me. They were more spaced out than the ones I’d seen in the movies when people flew coach. “Are you nervous?”
Well, I wasn’t until those grassy green eyes moved to me.
Being so close to Declan and not being able to touch him was the worst kind of torture. But hell, the eleven hour—twelve or more if you counted the time we had to wait until the plane took off—tease would make the sex when we got to the hotel ten times better.
“About flying?” I shook my head. “Nah. Not nervous. However,” I leaned toward him to whisper in his ear, “The ride there without reaching into your pants and sucking you off makes me nervous. Not sure I have that kind of willpower.”
He grinned, but I didn’t miss the swallow in his sexy throat.
Yeah…it’s gonna be a long ass flight.
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By the time we arrived in Mykonos, Greece, I was dead to the world.
