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“I love being in you, too,” he whispers back with a sigh.
A smile crosses my face as I push all the way back and begin moving my hips just enough to feel his fullness deep within me. I want to make this last as long as possible, but I’m finding it increasingly difficult to maintain control. He is beginning to flex his hips in coordinated rhythm with mine and it feels so damn good that I don’t want him to stop. I lean forward unable to fight the urge to kiss his lips and he suddenly takes control.
Oh my God, is my only thought as he raises his hips and begins to thrust more forcefully beneath me. Part of me wants to resist this transfer of power, but a bigger part of me just wants to keep kissing his lips while letting him have his way with me. My legs begin to shake as the perfectly timed strokes begin to overwhelm my senses. “Let’s roll over,” I suggest, wanting to feel his weight above me.
In one quick motion he is suddenly above me without missing a stroke. His lips crash into mine with a relentless fervor and his previously steady strokes take on a new level of intensity. My lips break from his as I gasp for a breath. He once again has overridden my desire for control and thrust me deep into the thralls of orgasmic pleasure. He knows just how to bring me right to the edge and then keep me there longer than I ever thought possible. My toes curl as another wave of pleasure crashes through me. This is the place where everything is perfect and nothing else matters. This is my version of true bliss.
Several minutes later we are lying in each other’s arms, breathless and completely at peace. “That was amazing,” he whispers, giving my earlobe a tug with his lips.
“It’s always amazing,” I reply, having never experienced anything that comes close to the way he makes me feel. “It’s like we were made for each other. It’s so perfect.”
“Perfect… that’s how I would describe it too.” He snuggles in right behind me and pulls the blanket up around us. The fact that he likes to spoon me afterwards is the perfect way to drift off to sleep. I’m glad it’s a long flight home.
Chapter 7
LaGuardia Airport - Eight Hours Later
Mandy
It feels strange to be sitting on a private jet without Trey. Even though it’s only been a matter of minutes, I already miss him. That’s sad. I don’t know how I got so obsessed with him in such a short period of time. I glance out the window and begin to think about the wild turns my life has taken since I had embarked on a mission to implicate Trey for his business dealings. I feel like I need to pinch myself as I recline my chair and wait for our departure. It’s a far cry from the cramped coach flight I originally took from California to New York. Harris always insisted on buying the absolute cheapest tickets, just one more perk of working for a government agency that is despised by the rich.
“Welcome aboard, Miss Grayson,” a smiling Captain comes out of the cockpit to greet me. “Is there anything I can get you prior to departure?”
“No, I’m fine. Thanks.” All I need is a nice, low stress flight so I’m not overly emotional when I see Dad. With all of the feelings that I’m harboring, things could escalate quickly if I don’t keep my emotions in check.
“What time will we be landing?” I ask, realizing that I need to send Dad a text.
“Let’s see,” he says, looking down at his watch. “We’ll gain an hour, so that should put us in at about four forty five local time.”
Wow, gaining seven hours in the air makes for a crazy long day. We left Monaco a little after noon and after eight and a half hours of flying it’s only three thirty. It’s no wonder our bodies get so messed up by jet lag. It makes it hard to even keep track of the days. After the wheels leave the tarmac and we experience the initial thrust into the sky, I close my eyes and quickly begin to drift off. My mind really needs a break.
Trey
After getting Mandy to her connecting flight, I jump back in the limo and instruct the driver to head for Bellevue Hospital. I call Mom’s phone, but it goes right to voice mail. I hang up and call Vanessa’s phone, but hers does the same thing. That’s fucked. I call Mom’s house in hopes of at least talking to Charles.
“Silvia Addison residence, Charles speaking,” he says, answering the phone much more formally than I had expected. He actually sounds as if he is her butler.
“Hi Charles, it’s Trey. I’m trying to get ahold of Mom, but neither her or Vanessa are answering their phones,” I explain in frustration.
“Hi Trey, I’m really sorry about Tyler,” he says in a tone that makes me fear the worst.
