Chapter <b>33 </b>
“I work hard,” he said, “but I y hard too. There areyers to me, Emily. You’ve barely scratched the surface.”
The way he slowly said my name, made my stomach tighten in the most inconvenient way.
“So, what’s vacation in St. Barts like for someone like you?”
“Private beaches. No noise. Good food. Betterpany.
I smirked. “That sounds… very curated.”
He shrugged, unapologetic. “I don’t do chaos on vacation.”
“What’s
your favorite ce to travel?”
He hesitated for a second too long. “I’ll show you someday.”
It wasn’t a flirt. It was something heavier. A promise.
“You’re not the only one allowed to ask questions, you know,” he added, turning to face me fully. <fnd09c> Follow current nov?ls on find?novel</fnd09c>
“Fine. Ask away.”
He asked about my favorite meals to cook, my worst client disaster, and the first dish I ever burned so badly it set off a smoke rm.
Then he tilted his head and said, “I’d also like to know if you snore in your sleep. Because if you do, I might need to switch seats.‘
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“I do not snore,” I said, mock–offended.
He grinned. “No one ever admits it.”
I couldn’t help butugh. The tension softened into something warmer. Safer. For a moment, it felt like we were just two people in the sky, away from reality.
“You’re different up here,” I said softly. “Not your usual uptight self.”
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“I’m off–duty,” he replied. “And I like seeing you rx.”
My breath caught at the way he looked at me then, like he wasn’t just talking about small talk and softughter. Like he wanted to see what I looked likepletely undone.
I shifted in my seat, trying to steady my voice. “So what do you actually enjoy doing on vacation?”
“Swimming. Hiking. Night drives through quiet towns. Chartering boats. Stargazing. And games.”
“Seriously?” I blinked. “You? Stargazing?”
“There’s a lot you didn’t picture.”
His gaze drifted down my body in a way that made my skin warm beneath the silk of my dress. I pressed my thighs together on instinct, pulse skipping wildly.
He leaned closer, voice low. “The trip’s just getting started. And there’s something I’ve been thinking about since we boarded.”
I narrowed my eyes, teasing. “What?”
“Can I show you?”
The way he said it, soft, deliberate, with that slow burn behind his words, made hitch.
“This feels like a trap,” I muttered.
He didn’t flinch. “Say no, and I’ll stop.”
my breath
Every rational part of me screamed to back away, to say something clever and cautious.
Instead, I nodded. “Okay.”
Without warning, his hand slid onto my thigh. Warm. Slow. Unapologetic.
My breath faltered as his fingers tracedzy circles along the hem of my dress. He leaned in again, his mouth brushing the edge of my ear.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered.
“I’m not,” I lied.
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He smirked, clearly enjoying every second. “You are. I like that.”
I clenched the armrest, struggling not to move as his fingers slid higher beneath the nket he casually tossed over ourps. It was reckless. Stupid. Sophia and Jay were just a few feet away,ughing and sipping their wine, probably plotting their next chaos–filled game night.
We could get caught. At any moment.
The thought only made it worse. Or better.
“You’re enjoying this,” I hissed under my
breath.
He tilted his head. “You’re not?”
I didn’t answer.
“Say the word,” he said, “and I’ll stop.”
I turned to meet his eyes, barely breathing. “Don’t.”
Slow and victorious smile spread across his face as his fingers slipped beneath thece of my panties.
I almost bit down on my lip too hard.
He was slow. Skilled. Devastating in the best way. His fingers moved with precision, curling inside me, coaxing pleasure with every stroke, every twist. He knew what he was doing. And I was unraveling.
My thighs trembled. My breath came in uneven bursts. I clenched the seat, trying not to make a sound, not to give us away, even as I shattered inplete silence.
I came hard, my eyes fluttering closed, his name caught like a secret on my tongue.
He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips.
“Sweet,” he murmured.
I looked at him, dazed, still pulsing with the aftershock.
My body wanted more. My mind had stopped caring.
Liam stood. “Follow me.
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I didn’t hesitate.
My legs were wobbly as I followed him past the ambient glow of sconces and leather walls, into the private suite at the back of the jet. Everything was soft light and polished edges, luxury wrapped in intimacy.
I don’t know where I found the courage. Maybe I didn’t. Maybe my body made the decision for me. Either way, I walked in knowing full well I might regret thister.