Page 42 of Cream Pie

His cell number.

I enter it into my phone and fire off a quick text before tucking my phone back face-down. A second later, I glance up in time to see him frown as he reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a phone. He reads the “What” I sent him, and grins as he rolls his eyes. Without looking at me, he pulls out a second phone and starts typing away. A second later, I get a response.

Congrats, you found my work phone. Texting you from my personal line.

I respond.

Wow, so special. Now is that something I share with a very select group of nine hundred other young women in New York?

Javier frowns and rolls his eyes.

Only nine-hundred?

I grin, shaking my head, when he sends another one.

And what do you mean, what?

You were staring at me.

Javier chuckles to himself, shaking his head as his thumbs tap his phone.

Speak for yourself, princess. I feel like I’ve been getting eye-fucked since the minute we took off.

I fire back.

Oh please.

Honestly, I just feel violated now.

I look up and catch his eye, rolling mine and mouthing “I’m sure” as he grins. But our eyes stay locked on each other, and the same heat and the same unshakable need and raw lust I’ve had for this man ever since I laid eyes on him comes roaring through me like a storm. I swallow, my face burning as I start to replay everything that’s happened with us over the last two days.

Now that’s the face of a guilty girl right there.

And suddenly, I want more. Suddenly, I realize how totally unready I am to go back to the real world, especially if that comes with “not having mind blowing sex with Javier” as part of it.

Heat thunders through me, and my hands shake as I type out possibly the dirtiest text message I’ve ever sent, even if I’m totally sending it as a joke.

Want to join the mile-high club?

Javier grins when he looks at his phone, and he looks up and winks before he starts to type.

Who says I’m not already a member?

I growl to myself, a shade of green flashing over me before I see him grinning.

Jealous?

I just scowl at him and turn to look out my window, turning my phone face down in my lap. It buzzes again, but I ignore it. It buzzes yet again, and I ignore that one too. It buzzes a third time, and I when I hear him clear his throat, I grumble to myself and snatch the phone up to look at it.

I’m not, for what it’s worth.

My cheeks tingle, and I look up across the aisle to see those dark eyes burning into me.

Also, yes. Five minutes.

I blink quickly, my pulse suddenly racing.

I was kidding.

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