Page 86 of Boss Abroad
I hope she doesn't have any counter arguments to what sounded like something between a threat and an impromptu proposal, but I press my lips to hers to shut her up, just in case.
She breaks the kiss, her hands diving under my collar as she rolls my neck between her hands. “It wasn’t easy, you know.” April doesn’t face me and I let her talk to my shirt buttons instead of me. “Of course I didn’t want to leave you. I cried the whole ride to the airport.”
“I know.” Guilt taints my words, and I watch what it did to her face. There’s still a bit of puffiness under her eyes and the remains of some eyeliner or mascara. A black smudge of something. “Terry called me and said I was the ‘stupidest asshole alive’. And yes, I’m quoting him.”
“He did?” Oh, great. That makes her look me in the eye. “Oh, he’s a sweetheart.” It’s short-lived and her head sinks down again, chin hitting her chest. “But I didn’t have a choice, Liam. You gotta understand that.”
“I know, beautiful.”
I pull her to sit on my lap, straddling me.
“Preston is my family. It would be like Katherine or Noah asking you for help. You’d do the same. I know you would.” Her words come out in a rapid stream, with a hint of apology and embarrassment.
“April. You got his back. And I got yours. I’m going to help you help him.”
She goes stiff for a second, as if I’ve said something weird or terribly layered. I just smile at her and rub her arms. “I have no idea how that works, Liam. But I kind of like the sound of it.”
“I’ve never done this couple thing either, but we’ll figure it out.”
A dirty idea comes to mind. Well, April is on top of me. Of course any idea I’d come up with would be obscene.
“I’ve never been in love either, and I don’t think I can wait until we land to make love to you.”
She’s rubbing her sweet cunt on my hardening cock before she plays coy. “But someone could hear us.” She rubs harder. “Catch us.”
“And that’s why you’re going to say yes, right?” Her eyes snap open and she nods. Fuck, I love this woman. And I’m going to show her just how much. “Stand up, gorgeous. Close those curtains and come back here. Then lose those joggers.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
april
The first thing I lose when Liam bosses me around like that is my mind.
Will he stop that and be gentle now that he’s going to make love to me? God, I hope not.
I get off his lap and do as he says. The flight attendant is nowhere to be seen when I close the curtains, so I make the most of our privacy and with my back still turned to him, loosen the string on my waist and lower the pants to the floor.
I sway my hips from side to side and push my pants down until my hands touch my high-heeled feet. Pushing my ass as high as I can, I step out of them and am left wearing a tiny black lacy thong. The soundtrack of Liam’s rough voice cursing at the sight of me fills me with confidence as I stand up.
A click makes me look behind my shoulder and I turn to see the lights dim down. I scoop my pants from the floor and strut back to our seats like I’m a model on a catwalk. When I get to Liam, he’s already hard and in his right hand.
“Open that chest.” His head nods to a sofa I thought we might be making ourselves more comfortable on. The sofa’s fake armrest opens into a storage with a faux fur blanket. Or maybe it’s actual fur. It’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched. “Take it. That’s our cover if someone walks in.” Wet heat pools in my core at that possibility.
I walk back to Liam as if hypnotized by the movement of his hand, not blinking, mouth watering to have a turn on that dick.
“Closer. Bring that pussy over here.”
His seat is reclined almost to a lying position. I throw the blanket on what used to be my seat, and put my crotch at his eye level, right where I know where he wants it.
“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” His arm stops and I see him squeezing the dark head of his weeping dick.
“Always.” I squirm my legs together, loving how primed he’s got me without laying a finger on me. “My panties are damp. Ruined.”
“Show me. Pull that sorry excuse for panties down and show me.”
The way he licks, then bites into his lower lip as he watches me do just that, shaves years off his age.
Our eyes meet and lock.