Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Knowing Trap, there’s probably all kinds of things we don’t want to know about in those drawers.
There were several presents sitting in the middle of the bed. Greg walked over and placed them in the drawers. “Your friends sent a few gifts for you. I’ll stow them in here for you to look at after takeoff or when it’s most convenient.”
“That’s so sweet of them,” Shylah said.
Draden couldn’t keep a straight face. “Those are potential bombs, baby,” he whispered. “Those men are not sweet. Not one of them. It’s best to leave them locked in those drawers.”
She laughed, the sound like music, filling the cabin. Draden couldn’t help noticing that Greg glanced at her. She looked happy, her face lit up, her eyes dancing with mischief.
“I’ll protect you,” she whispered back.
Draden smirked. If he knew anything about his crew, she was the one who would be in need of protection.
“This bathroom has its own walk-in shower,” Greg said, throwing open the door.
That’s bigger than our private ones at the compound, Shylah whispered into his mind.
“Let me show you the intercom. I’ll leave you alone, so you can have complete privacy, but if you need anything at all, just intercom me,” Greg said. “We’re about to take off, so if you would please find a seat so we can get into the air, they want us off the ground as soon as possible.”
“Thanks,” Draden answered. He knew Joe had orders to get them out of Indonesia immediately. It was best not to tempt anyone to try to acquire either of them.
He led Shylah back to the middle of the cabin to get seated for takeoff. The carpet was thick and a pristine white with darker ivory tones through it. He wanted to smile, knowing Trap hadn’t picked out the colors. He would have waved his hand around and refused to participate in choosing anything but the jet itself. Most likely his assistant, Daryl Monroe, had purchased the jet and outfitted it for his boss. Draden was positive that Trap was one of the few in the military with his own private army of assistants. Gino Mazza had them as well. Draden and Shylah strapped themselves in under Greg’s watchful eye.
“Can I bring you a cocktail? Champagne?”
“We’re good.” The bar was in plain sight. “We’ll serve ourselves until we’re hungry,” Draden assured him. “We’re ready for takeoff.”
Greg nodded and left them, firmly closing the door to the upper cabin. The engines were already rumbling, and the jet began to move slowly to take its position on the runway. Shylah’s smile was a little bit mischievous.
“I just want to take my shoes off and bury my toes in that carpet.”
“There’s no reason why you can’t,” Draden pointed out.
“I’ll wait until we’re in the air and out of Indonesian airspace,” Shylah said. “Just to be on the safe side.”
He looked around the spacious cabin, one zone flowing into the next other than the secluded master bedroom. “You realize we have about nine hours, maybe a little less. I think I can fuck you in every space. The big dining table, the chairs. The sofa …”
“Bed,” she added promptly.
He shrugged. “I suppose, but I don’t want you to get the idea we’re going to be sleeping.”
“How do you propose to stay um … erect for this marathon of sex?”
“Your mouth. You have this beautiful mouth made for sex.”
Her smile widened. “I’m glad you noticed. Are you certain you don’t want me to use it right now, while you’re rising into the air? You’re looking a little … needy.”
He could almost feel the stroke of her tongue on his cock the way she was looking at him, as if she were more than eager to devour him.
“You’re just going to have to wait, sweetheart. Sadly, I’ve got to consider your safety above my own pleasure.”
Her little snort of derision teased along his spine. Draden couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without her now. The simplest thing, like buckling the seat belt of a plane and taking off with her, was an adventure. Fun. Sexy. He found he looked forward to every waking minute, so much so that he fought sleep, so he could just stare down into her face. He had gone through what should have been the worst experience of his life, but somehow, because of Shylah, it was the best.
Once in the air, the plane’s seat belt sign went off. The cabin lights dimmed, giving the room a soft glow. He was the first to remove his seat belt with the intention of removing her shoes for her.
Stay right there, honey.
There was pure sex and sin in Shylah’s voice as it skimmed along his mind, stroking caresses into his brain. Breath catching in his lungs, he obeyed just to see what she’d do.