Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 132649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
He threw back the covers—ignoring her outraged hey—and leaped agilely to his feet. His beautiful hard cock tented the front of his boxers—his only clothing—as he stretched with unashamed abandon, enviably comfortable in his skin. He yawned and then stared down at her with a wicked little grin, his eyes raking over her body which was curled up defensively against the chill of the air-conditioning after he’d so thoughtlessly tossed aside the warm bedding. She was wearing nothing but a camisole and a pair of skimpy bikini panties, and she blushed at the naked appreciation she saw in his smoldering silver eyes.
He shook his head, his grin downgrading to a self-deprecating smirk, and lifted the corner of the comforter to toss it back over her huddled body.
“I always believed I had a decent amount of willpower, but you’re constantly proving me wrong just by being your fucking perfect self.”
“Shut up,” she said with an amused snort and sat up. Her dark areolas and cold-hardened nipples were clearly visible to his voracious gaze through her white top, and he groaned and adjusted himself uncomfortably before screwing his eyes shut.
“Begone, devil woman,” he said before whirling around and heading to the en-suite bathroom. There was a smaller bathroom upfront for the flight staff and Chance, but this one was ridiculous. It had a large shower and even a little doggy area where Luna could relieve herself (apparently the Hollingsworths had a spoiled pupper who travelled everywhere with them).
He paused in the doorway and turned to face her again, that naughty grin back.
“Wanna share a shower? It’s a little more soundproof in here.”
Iris gazed at him in open-mouthed wonder.
“Seriously? It is?”
“I kid you not,” he intoned solemnly, holding one hand over his heart. “In fact, I don’t know why I didn’t think of this last—oomph.”
The last as Iris launched herself out of bed and straight into his arms, climbing him like a tree until she had her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her lips nuzzled behind his ear.
He laughed, the sound warm and filled with unabashed joy, as his hands clamped over her arse to hold her up.
“I take it that’s a yes?”
Iris watched as Trystan and Chance conferred several feet from where she was seated. Chance had approached them a few moments ago, with an apologetic glance at Iris, before muttering a curt, We have a problem, at Trystan. They’d just finished breakfast and were estimated to land in about half an hour.
Whatever Chance was telling him had left a thunderous expression on Trystan’s face, and he raked his hand through his hair, before settling his palm in the nape of his neck as he glowered at the floor while Chance continued to speak in urgent undertones. Trystan was nodding curtly in response to the man’s words, and his shoulders heaved as he lifted his eyes to meet hers across the cabin. Alarmed, Iris went from a relaxed slouch to upright. He looked furious. She hadn’t seen him this pissed off since the early days of their acquaintance.
He shook his head and his lips formed a terse fuck, before he nodded once again, turning to say something to Chance, before making his way back to her. He sat down and refastened his seatbelt in grim silence, leaving her in suspense as he focused on that task.
“What’s wrong?” she finally asked, unable to stand the tension any longer, sharply aware of the fury coming off him in hot waves.
“Who did you tell that we were flying back today?”
“What? Nobody.” She was taken aback by his frigid voice. He hadn’t spoken to her in that tone in weeks, and the return of that iciness sent a shudder of dread down her spine.
“Nobody? Not even your parents?”
“Well, of course, my p-parents,” she spluttered, her nerves causing her to trip over her words. “But nobody else. W-what’s happening, Trystan? You’re frightening me.”
“The press somehow got wind of our arrival. They’re lying in wait at the airport.”
“Oh no,” she gasped, lifting a hand to her mouth. “How?”
“That’s what I’d like to know,” he said. The snideness lurking beneath those words gave her pause and her hand dropped to her lap as she stared at him in hurt confusion.
“Wait, do you think I had something to do with this?”
He lifted his shoulders. “My people know better.”
“And my people are what? Greedy bastards who would sell me out for a story?”
He didn’t so much as flinch at her frigid question, meeting her eyes with his steady gaze.
“You’re not in touch with any of your dad’s pap cronies?”
“My dad is a caterer.”
“You know what I meant.”
“Go to hell, Trystan.” She fumbled with her seatbelt and, after managing to get it unbuckled, she pushed to her feet.
“Where are you going?” he asked, something close to panic in his voice.