Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“That’s enough,” I clipped.
Their smiles fell along with mine.
“She’s essentially a part of the team now,” I said. “She’s going to be uncomfortable enough as it is in a new environment with a bunch of smelly brutes like you two. Show her some respect, or I’ll make you show it.”
Jaxson and Carter bit back smiles, glancing behind me and then at each other before Jaxson put his hands up in surrender.
“Sure thing, Pidge,” Jaxson said. “We won’t rag on your girl.”
“Don’t hit on her, either,” I threatened, chest puffing a little when he called Maven my girl. She was nowhere near that, but I liked the thought of establishing that claim even when I didn’t have the right to.
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat over my head, and I glanced up and back to find Maven standing there with her arms folded over her chest and an amused look on her face.
I didn’t have to glance back at the guys to know she’d been there for a while, especially when I could hear their laughs fizzling out of their chests. I ignored them altogether, standing and extending a hand for Maven’s bag.
“Window seat’s yours, doll,” I said, smoothing my knuckles over her slim shoulder as I removed her bag. She kept her arms crossed until the last second like she didn’t want my help, finally releasing the strap so I could tuck her bag in the bin overhead.
“I’m not your doll,” she bit back. “And I want the aisle.”
I clucked my tongue. “No can do, peach. I’ve got long legs I need to stretch out.”
“More like he’s afraid of flying and being too close to the window makes him shit his pants,” Carter chimed in.
I didn’t even look at him as my fist jutted out and slugged his arm. He laughed on a yelp, rubbing the spot while Maven watched the exchange and I watched her.
“Vince Tanev, scared of flying?” She tilted her head a bit. “That’s something I didn’t expect.”
“Oh, I’m full of surprises.”
“I’m sure,” she said with a slight roll of her eyes.
I took the opportunity then to appraise her outfit change. I missed that tiny scrap of white fabric she’d been wearing as a top earlier, especially since I’d had the sinfully delicious view of her hard nipples earlier that morning. My cock twitched a little at the memory of those peaks, of how goosebumps had trailed over her arms when I’d let my eyes rake over her and discovered that fun little surprise like a toy in a cereal box.
Now, she had on light-colored jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt. Her hair was held back by a bright blue bandana tied in a knot at the front, and silver hoops hung from her ears. And even though she was showing less skin now than she did this morning, she was somehow even more alluring.
It should have been illegal for that woman with an ass like hers to wear jeans that tight.
I didn’t hurry my perusal of her, and when I finally dragged my eyes back up to meet hers, she gave me a look that said well, are you going to move or…?
I stepped a bit to the side, just marginally, like I didn’t have the space to move much farther. My smile climbed on my lips in a dare as Maven assessed the tiny sliver of space between me and the seat that I’d left her to slip through.
Her jaw tightened as she took the challenge, and at first, I thought she was going to ram through me and bulldoze her way into the row. But at the last moment, her pace changed, and she held her chin high as she turned toward the seats, her hands bracing on the back of them to steady her while she squeezed by me.
That little turn meant her ass was practically in my lap as she did.
“Excuse me,” she purred, smirking back at me as she slowly dragged that perfect, round, apple-shaped ass across my groin. She did so achingly slow, and my nostrils flared at the contact, hand clamping on the seat behind me to keep from reaching out and grabbing her to keep her against me longer.
When she slid by, she watched me out of the corner of her eye before she carefully took the window seat and crossed her legs.
I finally exhaled, glancing at Carter and Jaxson who were watching me with shit-eating grins now. Even Will arched a brow at me before turning to look out the window again.
I cracked my neck, unfastening the button on my suit jacket before I slid into the seat next to her.
“And don’t call me peach, either,” she said.
“What should I call you, then,” I asked. “Girl of my dreams? Siren of the seas?”
“How about Maven, since that’s her name,” Daddy P cut in, blinking slowly at me like I was a teenage boy who had climbed too high on his nerves. To be fair, I was acting a bit like one, but I couldn’t help it.