Page 62 of Billionaire Protector

“We'll be leaving soon?”

I nodded, smiling at her giddiness.

“Do Leon and Brady know? Won't they miss us?” She frowned.

So typical of her to worry about the boys; suspending her own happiness. My heart warmed. "They know."

“Oh, I didn't get to tell them goodbye,” she said. Then she turned to the table set before us. “Are those quiches?” Before I could speak, she picked one up, inspected it, and popped it into her mouth. “That's delicious.” She curved her hand around her mouth. “I think that was too big for my mouth all at once.”

I reached out to get her a towel, but there were none. “Where are the towels?”

The flight attendant standing next to the door jumped into action. In seconds, she came back, handing one over.

I glared at her. “Please pay better attention to your duties.”

“Shawn...” A hand grazed my arm.

I turned to see Violet frowning at me. Instantly, my stomach plummeted. “Is something wrong?”

She glanced from me to the flight attendant who'd taken a spot on the far side of the plane. “You said you'd be more thoughtful.” Her voice was quiet.

I frowned. “What?”

She raised both brows and nodded meaningfully toward the flight attendant, now giving us a sidelong glance.

Oh, shoot. I'd promised her that once, many months ago. Blowing out a breath, I waved the woman over. She stopped a foot away.

“May I help you, sir?” Her voice was shaky.

Behind the make-up and proper uniform, she was only a young girl. She probably hadn't worked on a private plane before. They changed the staff regularly, and she probably wasn't trained sufficiently.

“I'm sorry I yelled. Thank you for the towels.”

She frowned and glanced between Violet let and me, then she smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

She returned to her spot, looking less like she was about to throw herself out of the plane. When I turned to Violet, she had a soft smile for me. I shook my head as she kissed my cheek. No words were needed; I knew she approved of my apology. It pleased me to make her smile. If it would make her happier, I could learn to be nicer.

Soon after, the plane took off, and we were high in the air. Violet pressed her nose against the window and stared out at the clouds floating beneath us. Her eyes widened as she watched the setting sun and teared up when it slipped out of sight.

“It’s so beautiful up here,” she said quietly.

“You’re beautiful.” My heart contracted. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, inside and out. Her presence in my life gave every little thing meaning. From rolling out of bed and her hands pulling me back in, to playing Voltex while the boys cheered and she decimated me, to having her soft body in my arms each night. Sinking into her heat and tasting the desire on her lips. It was all beautiful because I shared it with her.

I stuck my hand in my jacket, fingering the velvety box. My heart pounded in my chest. Should I do it now? Ask her to be with me forever?

“This is so cool,” she said, glancing at me. “Now I understand the fuss about the window seat.”

She was none the wiser as I grunted my agreement. I let go of the box and sat back. No matter how much I wanted to hear her ‘yes’ and see my ring on her finger, I could wait for the perfect moment. It just wasn't now.

Violet settled back in her seat, stifling a yawn.

“Tired?”

She gazed at me sleepily and nodded.

“Come here.” I stretched an arm out.

She beamed and hopped out of her seat. Her pert backside nestled against my cock, and I had to settle her slightly to the left, so I didn't get turned on. She caught my eyes and laughed softly.

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