Page 55 of Jesse

Miles then looks at me and I swear to God, there’s a gleam in that dude’s eyes. He backs off and says, “Very well. I’ll check back in an hour, Mr. Boston.”

Which only bolsters my confidence. So I extend my hand to Emma and say, “Shall we then?”

Emma looks at my hand, then my face, then glances at the closed pocket door where Miles disappeared.

She’s all bright berry pink again.

Man, I almost feel guilty.

Almost.

She left me hanging last night. And that shit cannot stand. I got in her stupid Lamborghini, I got in her stupid jet, and I’m going along with her stupid date.

But I’m only doing it to prove who’s in charge here.

Me. And she’s about to figure that out real quick.

“What’s wrong, Ms. Dumas? Afraid you’ll like it?”

She huffs, then takes my hand and stands up. “Well, people don’t come back for seconds if they didn’t enjoy the first plate, Mr. Boston. So I’m happy to give you another shot at pleasing me. It’s the least I can do after ruining all your best-laid plans to control me today.”

“Oh, honey.” I laugh. “I’m just getting started.”

I turn before she can respond and lead her to the back of the cabin. I admit, I have never seen a bedroom on a jet this small before. And then I have an unreasonable surge of jealousy, wondering if she takes all her bossy men on impromptu control-freak dates like this.

I step inside, maneuver around the double bed so she can enter behind me, then pull the door closed and press her up against it. “Ready?” I ask.

“Let’s play,” she quips.

But before she even gets that very short retort past her lips, I’m kissing them.

Both her hands come up to my chest and for a moment I think she’s going to push me away.

She doesn’t.

She kisses me back and I swear to God, a tingling sensation runs through my whole body when her mouth opens and her tongue begins twisting with mine.

I grab her hair, realize she’s got it up in those adorable, but ridiculous pigtails, and drag the elastic down one of them, tossing it aside.

Now I can really kiss her. I slip my fingers through her hair and hold her in the palm of my hand.

Unexpectedly, my heart begins to race inside my chest. And my cock, which was semi-hard from my little display back in the middle cabin, becomes ready in an instant.

Then her hands do come up to my chest. She flattens them out, pressing me backwards.

But oh, no. Oh, no, Little Miss Control. Not this time. I’m the bossy one here, not you.

I turn my body, taking her with me, and a moment later I’m pushing her backwards. Her knees hit the bed and she falls, breaking our kiss.

She laughs, quickly sits back up, and begins unbuckling my belt.

Wasn’t expecting that, but OK.

I watch her fingers pull the leather out of the buckle, and when she tips her head up to smile at me, I maybe even get a little lost in her brown eyes.

The ripping sound of a zipper going south redirects my focus on what she’s doing and then—

“Holy fuck,” I mumble.