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“You said you wanted your own jet.” He shrugs one broad shoulder, a tiny curve gracing the corner of his mouth.
“You know this isn’t what I meant.” I fail to hide my smile.
Liv giggles behind us. “So flipping romantic. I’m swooning.”
I turn to give her a friendly glare, but she just grins back without shame.
Warm fingers hook around my jaw, bringing my eyes back to his.
“You ready to board?”
I let out a small exhale, my body zinging with anticipation.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he rasps, his eyes glittering.
He takes my bag from my shoulder. Then he holds out his hand for me to take.
“Time to fly, Firefly.”
Chapter 40
Jet
I land back fromAustralia, exhausted. The crew spent two days there on a layover. Two more days of saying goodbye to my girl. Two more days of devouring her body, desperately trying to make her taste last as long as possible in my memory.
I left her and Liv excited and buzzing for their adventure. Liv’s already started a travel blog for the two of them and called it, “Sugar Adventures.” She thought the sugar baby reference was hilarious. I told her I’m not thirty-four yet and that’s hardly old enough to be a sugar daddy. But Ava smirked as I said it, which she paid for later with my palm against her ass.
It’s going to feel like forever.I scrub a hand around my jaw as I wait for the automatic gates to open. Then I drive straight through, up to the house.
My phone rings as I’m parking. “Are you okay? Do you need money?” I ask the second the call connects.
“We’re fine. Liv and I are at the beach.”
“Have you eaten?”
She laughs, and my hand twitches because I know she’s rolling her eyes at me.
“Yes, I finished a burger twenty-one minutes and fourteen seconds ago.”
“Ava,” I growl.
Her voice softens. “Relax. We’re okay… And I love you… And I miss you already.”
Every shred of tension in my body dissolves and I sink into my seat.
“And… I got you a gift so you don’t forget me,” she adds.
“You know that’s impossible,” I grumble.
“Just go inside and find it.”
“Is it your panties?” I groan. “Fuck if it is, I hope you made yourself come wearing them first. I could happily spend the rest of the day in bed with those keeping me company.”
“It’s not panties,” she hums.
“Damn.”
