“No, Grayson. I packed enough so that I don’t run out of clothes since I have no idea where you’re taking me,” she huffs angrily. Mila hates surprises, but I love giving them to her. Every moment of the past year has been something out of those fucking romantic movies.
“Come on, sweetheart.” I encircle her against me and tug her into the space under my arm. “You’re my sweetheart, and you need to trust me. It’s going to be perfect, just me and you and a city to explore.”
“Which city?” she asks. Her eyes narrow as she regards me playfully.
Pursing my lips, I plant a soft kiss on her forehead and chuckle. “A city with lights, great food and wine, and some beautiful sights.” Another grumpy huff has me laughing as we make our way to the car, waiting to whisk us off to the airport. The private jet should be fueled and ready to leave when we arrive.
Opening the car door, I allow her to scoot in, mainly because I want to get the incredible view of her ass in those tiny shorts she’s decided to wear. Slipping onto the bench seat beside her, I settle back and pull out my phone to check my emails. “No phones on the trip,” she commands in a soft tone beside me, and I chuckle in response.
“I’m just making sure your dad has everything before we jet off.” I hit send on the message and pocket the thing because I don’t need any interruptions. As we pull away from the curb, I place a hand on Mila’s thigh and circle my thumb on her smooth skin.
“Are you trying to tease me?” Green eyes meet mine, and I give her a naughty smirk. Shrugging, I continue my ministrations on her thigh, shifting my hand an inch at a time until I’m near her heat.
“Open your legs, baby girl,” I murmur in her ear, my breath fanning over her cheek, and my lips whispering on the smooth skin of her face. She doesn’t respond with words, but her legs shift so my hand can inch its way farther until my fingers stroke the apex between her thighs.
Her head drops back as I tease her. Soft whimpers fall from her lips, and I lean in, crashing my mouth to hers, swallowing every sound from her. The sweet taste of her is racing through my veins, turning me into a rabid animal, hungry for her.
“Please, Grayson,” she begs, pleading with me for release. My fingers strum her pussy through the soft material of her shorts. Our tongues dance and tumble, fighting with need for what we want.
My cock is thick, aching behind my zipper. “This will have to wait,” I promise, pulling my hand away. Her glazed stare is filled with the same desire I’m sure is in mine. Not long after I settle back, the car pulls into the hangar, and the sleek, silver jet is parked, ready and waiting.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks again, her voice raspy, but I shake my head. Opening the door, I exit the car and help her out.
“You’ll see soon enough, my sweetheart.” We head toward the aircraft while our driver lugs the suitcases from the car. “Up with you.” With a swift spank on her ass, she squeals and runs up the stairs into the belly of the plane.
Inside the jet, we take our seats, her by the window and me beside her. The crew prepares for takeoff, and the hostess brings a small trolley filled with drinks and snacks, offering Mila something. I watch with a smile as she grabs the chocolate muffin, which I knew she would, and a Coke.
Once I’ve got a water for myself, I lean back and close my eyes, waiting for us to be airborne. “Are you afraid to fly?” Her voice is in my ear, serving to harden my cock further, straining in my jeans. I open my eyes to regard her.
“No, I’m trying to reign in my restraint,” I respond gruffly.
“Why?” she teases, sucking chocolate muffin from her fingers, and I have to shut my eyes again, grinding my teeth to keep from gripping her and making her straddle me.
“Because if you keep teasing me with that damn chocolate, you’ll be joining the mile-high club very soon, sweetheart,” I bite out, meeting her gaze again.
“Well, what’s stopping you?” She giggles again, licking her thumb, sucking on it like she loves to suck my cock.
“Jesus, Mila.” The jet suddenly hits cruising height, and I can’t wait anymore. Undoing the seat belt, I unclick hers and tug her onto my lap. “Hold onto me,” I grunt, and she does. Her hands twine around my neck and I pull her up. Stalking toward the back of the plane, I kick open the door to the bedroom and push it shut behind us.