Page 17 of Stuck with My Billionaire Protector

We make our way inside the airport, and I can feel the tension between us. It’s like there’s an unspoken agreement that we won’t talk about what happened between us.

“So, ready for this trip?” he asks, his tone still gruff.

I nod, trying to sound confident. “Absolutely. I think it’s going to be a great opportunity for us… for the business, I mean.”

He nods in agreement, and we continue walking toward the gate. As we go through security, I can feel his eyes on me again. It’s like he’s studying me, trying to figure out what I’m thinking.

I’m doing the same thing to him. He seems grumpier than usual, and I wonder if he’s regretting what happened between us.

As we settle into our seats on the plane, I try to focus on the work we have ahead of us, but it’s hard to ignore the attraction I feel toward him. I steal a glance at him, and our eyes meet again. This time, he doesn’t look away. For a moment, it’s like we’re the only two people in the world.

But then he clears his throat and turns away, and I know that we both have a lot of work to do if we’re going to keep things professional.

As the plane takes off, I close my eyes and try to push the thoughts aside. We have a long flight ahead of us, and I can’t afford to let myself get distracted. As we fly toward Fiji, I wonder what the future holds for us. Will we be able to keep things professional, or will our attraction be too much to resist? Only time will tell.

A few hours later, I get up to use the restroom. As I make my way back to my seat, the plane hits some unexpected turbulence. Just as I’m approaching Dylan’s seat, the plane lurches again, and I stumble forward. Suddenly, I’m falling toward him. Before I can stop myself, I land in his lap.

He catches me with ease, and for a moment, we just stare at each other, both of us unsure of what to do.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softening.

I nod, trying to catch my breath. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for catching me.”

His eyes meet mine again, and this time they’re filled with concern. He moves his hand from my waist down to my upper thigh. The touch makes me feel tingly all over. It’s like his fingers are touching every inch of my body. When I glance down, I notice that there isn’t an inch of space between our bodies.

I feel his breath, hot on my neck as he leans in close. “You know,” he starts to say before stopping himself.

“What?” I ask, confused by his sudden silence.

He takes a deep breath and looks away. “I don’t want to mess anything up.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

‌Dylan glances back at me, and suddenly he’s leaning in closer. His lips are so close to mine. My heart begins beating faster as he inches even closer. My hands begin moving on their own, running through his hair as if I’m begging him to kiss me…

‌And then he does.

The softest, most gentle kiss I’ve ever experienced is placed upon my lips. And it feels so good, so right.

He continues kissing me as his hand slips under my blouse, and he wraps his warm fingers around my breast. I gasp softly at the contact.

“This is nice,” he whispers against my mouth as he pulls me into him.

My breathing picks up again.

Our tongues touch, and I moan.

Dylan places one hand on my lower back, holding me steady while the other continues exploring my chest.

Just then, the plane hits another patch of turbulence. My eyes flutter open, and I find myself staring at Dylan’s beautiful face.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. I feel my cheeks redden as I realize I’m in my boss’s lap, and he has his hand up my shirt.

I scramble out of his lap and scurry back to my seat, adjusting my clothes as I go. I really wish I was anywhere else but on this plane right now with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I can’t believe I let this happen again. This time, I don’t even have the excuse of alcohol to hide behind. No matter how many times I remind myself that he’s my boss, I can’t shake this attraction. I’d love to tear our clothes off and screw his brains out right here.

He turns to look at me, and I can tell he’s struggling too. His eyes are filled with guilt, and when I see them, I realize what he meant about messing things up.

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