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“Yep, I bet if we enhance the image, we can make out something underneath the dress. See that shadow?”
“Might be either his jockstrap or a gun,” Jason said. “I’m going to upload this as soon as we land.”
“Why wait?” Avery asked. “This airplane is equipped with internet. We’re in first class.”
Jason gaped at her and then threw his head back and laughed. It figured a rich girl would know these things.
Avery tapped the screen in front of them, and it came to life. She hit an access screen and the news came up.
“And here I thought the screen was for the safety instructions,” Jason said. “I haven’t flown in years, maybe decades.”
Avery kissed the big lug and teased him. “If you want to be my man, you’ll have to fly all over the world for my fashion shows.”
“There’s no better job title than to be Avery Cockburn’s man.” He uploaded his evidence and after scanning the news, which reported Blade Camden agreeing to sing like the bird or dickhead he was, he signed off.
“I aged fifty years in that split second when I thought I’d lose you again.” Jason’s voice burred as is eyes held tender concern for her.
“I would have been a goner had you not worn those gloves. What made you prepare?”
“Boy Scout, plus Matt Swanson’s lei gave your destination away. I figured you were being watched by the blackmailer.”
Avery shuddered at the thought. “And here I was, dismissing him as a drama king.”
“You never can tell,” Jason said. “The important thing is you’re safe now.”
“You’re safe, too,” she murmured, while fortifying herself to tell him she loved him.
“I never want to see another porcupine quill as long as I live.” Jason leaned over the console and kissed her long and hard.
“Ahem, maybe we should draw the curtains,” Avery said as she wrapped her arms around her man’s strong and stalwart shoulders.
Chapter Sixty-One
It turnedout Avery had Saul’s memory card all along.
And what a moment to find it.
After a long flight and another puddle jumper to her brother’s resort on Maui, Avery hit the showers with Jason, and things got heated up.
The soap and shampoo made Jason’s hard, hot body slippery—so sexy and urgent that all she wanted was his cock inside of her.
“We took a chance last time.” Jason kissed and sucked her breasts, rubbing her to a lather of lust. “I bought condoms.”
“I don’t care to be safe,” she muttered. “You’re not safe for work or play.”
“Neither are you.” He lowered his lips downward, licking and sucking her hips, below her belly button, and parting her folds to the promised land.
The shower head gushed water over them, and Avery gushed slick juices, throbbing and pulsing with exquisite pleasure. He laved and lapped, sucking on her clit, and entering her with his fingers, and Avery shot so high she couldn’t catch her breath.
She could come over his mouth again and again, except she wanted him inside of her—filling her huge and hard. The sharp spikes of the orgasms he gave her were different from the rumbling deep ones she shared with him.
The only problem?
Jason’s bicep was bandaged—in fact, he shouldn’t even be getting it wet, and he couldn’t pick her up and have shower sex. They’d have to go horizontal.
“Race you to the bed,” she said, shutting off the water.
“You go ahead. I have to find the condoms.” He grabbed a towel and dried himself.
