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“Okay, darling. Have fun, whatever you have planned.”
“I’m showing Ava my house,” I say, my blood heating at the idea of sliding that tiny dress up over her full ass and grabbing a handful of it.
Work has been a shitshow since I got back to LA. The media team are fielding calls from the press, speculating over the security of the airline, following a leak about our situation. I’d bet my right nut Callaghan’s behind it. Getting the press to do his dirty work is his style. My staff are tense. Hayden’s tense. I’m fucking tense.
A day with Ava beneath me in my bed sounds like heaven.
“Actually, I’ve booked us something fun to do.”
“You’ve done what?”
“A tour of all the best places.” She bounces on her toes as I grunt.
“I can give you a tour. I live here.”
“But I want the whole tourist experience on an open top bus.”
She raises her chin in a smug challenge, then kisses her mum goodbye as I roll my neck side to side until it cracks.
“Bad for your bones,” she sings as she slings her purse over her shoulder and waltzes over to me. “You ready?” She looks up at me through her lashes and my palm twitches.
“I’m always ready for you, Firefly.”
Her lips part with a small, surprised inhale that makes my dick throb.
I place my hand on her lower back and she falls silent as I lead her to the front door. I slide it a fraction lower until my pinky grazes the top of her ass.
It’s going to be so pretty and red when I’ve finished with her.
“Why have you never done this before? It’s awesome!” Ava holds her phone up and snaps another photo of Malibu beach.
“It’s hell.”
My eyes wander to a kid in the front seat opposite ours. He pulls a giant booger from his nose,then eats it. Gross. He twists his lips as he digs deep and produces another one.Then he reaches down and wipes it onto the seat.Okay, that’s grosser.
My skin crawls as I shift in the cheap seat.
“Stand up,” I bark at Ava.
“What? Why?”
“Do it.”
She rolls her eyes and stands, holding onto the rail as she looks out of the open top bus at the street ahead.
I check her seat, then take my suit jacket off and place it down. Then I smooth both hands over the globes of her ass, running them over the fabric of her dress, checking for things that make me want to wretch.
“Jet,” she hisses, swatting my hand.
I flick her away and finish my inspection, then grab her hips and pull her back to sit on my jacket. “You’re safe.”
“From what? Being reported for public indecency?”
“Can we get off now?” I grumble.
She sighs and side-eyes me. “Do you need to go back to work?”
“No.”
