Page 91 of Hard Limits

“Exactly.”

“We can’t get to Portugal any faster. You have two choices at the moment: sleep or come. Pick your poison.”

She was seriously considering it, wasn’t she? In truth, he hadn’t thought Indi would be the adventurous type, and he was fine with that, but if she had a daring streak tucked away at the back of that sharp mind, she’d literally be his dream woman.

“What about the other people on the plane?” she asked. “What if they hear us?”

“They probably assume we’ve been at it for hours already. And I can assure you that not a single one of them will care.”

“Do you have a condom?”

Thank fuck he’d put a handful in his wallet. He had more condoms than cash. And there was another box in his suitcase.

“Yes. Are you sore from Wednesday?”

She shook her head, and when she bit that lip, he was gone.

“Roll onto your other side.”

“I won’t be able to see you.”

“No, but you’ll be able to feel me. Trust me, my queen, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

She obeyed.

Indi had worn a dress on the plane, one of the dozen outfits that Brax had asked Teresa to pick up for her yesterday. Now he inched the maroon silk up her thighs and slipped a finger under her panties. Soaked already? She must have been considering the mile-high idea for a while. He owed Priest a bottle of Scotch for putting the idea into her mind, the good stuff.

Brax stroked her clit, and fuck, she was so wonderfully responsive. Her ass pressed against his rapidly hardening cock, and he knew this wouldn’t take long. Impromptu, slightly risky sex—he’d last about two minutes himself. But with the mile-high club, he’d always believed it was about the destination rather than the journey.

He trailed a finger through her slick folds, then circled the tiny bud of nerves that gave a woman so much pleasure. Indi squirmed in his arms, and he loved that she didn’t hold back. She was almost there. So damn close. He shifted his other hand to muffle her cry if it came, and it did, half a minute later as she stiffened and then relaxed in his arms.

She was slick with sweat, a wet, sensuous heat that he basked in. Some people thought sex was messy, but that was a lie. Love was messy. Sex was beautiful.

Brax rolled on a condom and slid Indi’s panties to one side. Leaving them on only added to the thrill. Slowly, so slowly, he took her from behind, and she was so deliciously tight. He was her first, and he intended to be her last as well. Brax didn’t share. Okay, perhaps he had in the past with Zach, but not Indi. She was his, and his alone.

He could hear voices in the main cabin as he thrust, maybe Jerry and Tulsa. A cough. The clink of a glass.

“There,” Indi choked out. “Right there. Oh…”

He gave her what she asked for. Would she come again? He was up for the challenge in every possible way. He kissed her neck, her back, her shoulders, and she rewarded him with soft whimpers that brought out his inner caveman.

His.

She was his.

Then she clenched around him, gasping his name into his hand, and he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her.

This woman was his, and he was never letting her go.

CHAPTER 33

THE ASSISTANT

Everyone knew what we’d done on the plane; I was certain of it. My legs had been as bendy as an IV tube when Brax helped me down the steps in Porto, the nearest airport to Fundão with a runway long enough to accommodate the jet. Apparently it could land closer, but it couldn’t take off again.

But nobody said anything as a customs official gave our baggage a cursory glance, wished us a pleasant vacation, and headed back to the terminal. Four vehicles were waiting for us, sleek SUVs, two black, two white. There was a brief delay as we strapped surfboards to the roofs, but soon we set off on the three-hour journey to Fundão.

And I was terrified. Terrified by what we might find, or that we’d find nothing at all.

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