“We’re ready to take off.”
“I’ll tell the pilot. Thank you, sir.”
Nora’s biting her bottom lip, glancing out the window when I finally look at her.
“Eat,” I say, extending an olive branch. “We’ll be there in less than two hours, and I have a meeting right away.”
She turns her head toward me. “Where will I be when you’re in the meeting?”
I grab a wine glass as the plane moves down the tarmac. Taking a sip, I shoot her a smirk. “Under my desk, keeping my cock warm with those plump lips.”
She shifts in her seat. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, and she tries to hide it, covering her mouth with her hand. “What about when you have to stand to shake hands?”
“It’s with employees. They’re usually too worried about if I’m going to be angry with reports to shake hands.”
“Sounds like you’re a mean boss,” she says in a teasing tone.
“I’m a good boss. I just have high expectations. Eat, kitten.” Taking another drink from my wine, I keep my gaze on her.
Her hands reach for the food in front of her, and she chews quietly. She’s not being discreet when she spreads her legs and tugs at her dress so I have a perfect view of her pussy glistening with the orgasm I didn’t get to take from her.
Chapter eight
Nora
Beckerdoesn’twasteanytime. He has me use the bathroom on the plane before we land, and the second we’re inside the casino, he leads me right to his office on the eighth floor.
I don’t get a tour of the hotel or the casino. There aren’t introductions to anyone, even as people greet him in the hall.
The second he shuts the door to his office, his mouth is on mine, assaulting me with bites and kisses. The plane ride was spent sitting across from each other with little small talk. He’d been disappointed with me. But now it seems he’s anything but.
Becker fists my hair with one hand, pulling my head back, and he presses his mouth to my throat. He bites hard, then kisses the same spot. Over and over until I’m squirming against his broad chest.
“I’ve been dying to get inside of you since the second I stepped on the jet and saw you in this dress.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“I’m still upset, Nora.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t like confrontation. I tried to say no, but then when the yelling starts, I just give in to get it to stop. To shut up the noise.”
Becker freezes, his grip on my hair tightening. “He yelled at you?”
“Yes.”
“What the fuck? What kind of employer yells at his employees?” He lets go of me, his chest puffing. Becker’s cheeks flush red.
“It was a supervisor, not an owner, Becker. It’s fine.”
“You’re not going back there.”
“No?” I ask, crossing my arms. “I have rent to pay, Becker.”
He growls under his breath. His fists clenched at his side. “Move in with me.”
“What?” I laugh in disbelief.
“Think about it, Nora. You’re paying to live with two other women, struggling to save any money you make. Move in with me. You can quit your job and focus on your paintings. And I’ll come home to you every night. No more of this three nights a week bullshit.”