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escape wasn't possible. She was stuck with Declan until they landed.
Thankfully, he retreated to his earlier seat, although he wore a smug grin as he summoned the flight attendant into the cabin with a request for a snack.
Melanie tried to ignore both of them, but meekly said she would like a water when the stewardess drew near. Cheeks flaming, she watched the woman disappear and wondered if she had any inkling as to what had happened in her absence.
"You're a bit ruffled, Melalee," Declan teased, his fingers dancing to indicate her hair was a mess.
Great! The flight attendant probably thought Melanie had done something with him -- something more than evading his attempt to kiss her.
Grabbing her bag, she dove into the restroom before realizing she had just made herself look ten times more culpable by trying to tidy up her appearance. He had probably anticipated the overreaction, too! Maybe what he'd said on the loveseat was just part of the setup to make her self-conscious later.
Pulling her long, auburn hair into a quick pony tail, she returned to her seat with a scowl, grabbed her stylus and iPad and tried to appear deep in concentration when the woman returned with Declan's fruit tray and Melanie's water.
She kept the scowl on her face for the rest of the flight, her tongue dancing in her mouth as she batted down swear word after swear word, all of them centered on what a jerk her new stepbrother was.
Focus on that, she thought. He was family now, even if he hated her. She wasn't allowed to lust after him anymore -- so she wouldn't.
Yeah, right. Easy for the rational part of her mind to decide. That section of her brain was dry, logical and cold as a tomb. Her pussy, on the other hand, was warm, wet, and twisting with the memory of his lips on hers and his erotic threat concerning what he would do to her after he'd made her climax.
The captain's voice chirped over the intercom before Melanie's thoughts could begin to linger over the image of Declan's threat, his fingers plucking at her nipples or maybe a more delicate area made raw by him fucking her.
"We will begin our descent shortly," the captain announced. "Please put any cellular services in airplane mode and prepare for landing."
She double checked her cell phone even though she hadn't pulled it out since preparing for take off. She put her tablet and stylus away and zipped her bag up tight so she could make as quick a getaway from Declan as possible once the wheels hit the ground.
Sweating through another fifteen minutes until they were on the ground and at a stop, Melanie had to choke down a relieved cheer when the flight attendant reappeared. Grabbing her backpack, Melanie headed straight for the woman to collect her rolling suitcase.
"Have you forgotten the ride to LAX?" Declan asked, uncoiling from his seat to stand directly behind her, his face tilted down to whisper the reminder in her ear.
Adrenaline and something else spiked through her as she checked the time on her phone. A little over an hour remained before her original flight was supposed to land. If she had a cab already waiting at the current airfield, she could have made it to baggage claim before Cammie with a good fifteen minutes to spare.
"Is there a taxi stand?" Melanie blurted as the stewardess pulled her bag out and extended the handle.
The woman stared at her like she'd sprouted a third eye before recovering and politely shaking her head. "I could see if--"
"No need, Kelly," Declan interrupted, his hand wrapping around the handle of Melanie's suitcase. "Miss Archer is forgetting I already arranged a car to pick us up."
The woman nodded absently then a look of suspicion settled over her face. She glanced from Declan to Melanie and back again.
"Right," Melanie lied in Declan's direction, her warm cheeks flaunting how badly she sucked at even the smallest falsehood. "I just didn't want to keep you tied up any longer than necessary."
She blinked at the poor choice of words but
Thankfully, he retreated to his earlier seat, although he wore a smug grin as he summoned the flight attendant into the cabin with a request for a snack.
Melanie tried to ignore both of them, but meekly said she would like a water when the stewardess drew near. Cheeks flaming, she watched the woman disappear and wondered if she had any inkling as to what had happened in her absence.
"You're a bit ruffled, Melalee," Declan teased, his fingers dancing to indicate her hair was a mess.
Great! The flight attendant probably thought Melanie had done something with him -- something more than evading his attempt to kiss her.
Grabbing her bag, she dove into the restroom before realizing she had just made herself look ten times more culpable by trying to tidy up her appearance. He had probably anticipated the overreaction, too! Maybe what he'd said on the loveseat was just part of the setup to make her self-conscious later.
Pulling her long, auburn hair into a quick pony tail, she returned to her seat with a scowl, grabbed her stylus and iPad and tried to appear deep in concentration when the woman returned with Declan's fruit tray and Melanie's water.
She kept the scowl on her face for the rest of the flight, her tongue dancing in her mouth as she batted down swear word after swear word, all of them centered on what a jerk her new stepbrother was.
Focus on that, she thought. He was family now, even if he hated her. She wasn't allowed to lust after him anymore -- so she wouldn't.
Yeah, right. Easy for the rational part of her mind to decide. That section of her brain was dry, logical and cold as a tomb. Her pussy, on the other hand, was warm, wet, and twisting with the memory of his lips on hers and his erotic threat concerning what he would do to her after he'd made her climax.
The captain's voice chirped over the intercom before Melanie's thoughts could begin to linger over the image of Declan's threat, his fingers plucking at her nipples or maybe a more delicate area made raw by him fucking her.
"We will begin our descent shortly," the captain announced. "Please put any cellular services in airplane mode and prepare for landing."
She double checked her cell phone even though she hadn't pulled it out since preparing for take off. She put her tablet and stylus away and zipped her bag up tight so she could make as quick a getaway from Declan as possible once the wheels hit the ground.
Sweating through another fifteen minutes until they were on the ground and at a stop, Melanie had to choke down a relieved cheer when the flight attendant reappeared. Grabbing her backpack, Melanie headed straight for the woman to collect her rolling suitcase.
"Have you forgotten the ride to LAX?" Declan asked, uncoiling from his seat to stand directly behind her, his face tilted down to whisper the reminder in her ear.
Adrenaline and something else spiked through her as she checked the time on her phone. A little over an hour remained before her original flight was supposed to land. If she had a cab already waiting at the current airfield, she could have made it to baggage claim before Cammie with a good fifteen minutes to spare.
"Is there a taxi stand?" Melanie blurted as the stewardess pulled her bag out and extended the handle.
The woman stared at her like she'd sprouted a third eye before recovering and politely shaking her head. "I could see if--"
"No need, Kelly," Declan interrupted, his hand wrapping around the handle of Melanie's suitcase. "Miss Archer is forgetting I already arranged a car to pick us up."
The woman nodded absently then a look of suspicion settled over her face. She glanced from Declan to Melanie and back again.
"Right," Melanie lied in Declan's direction, her warm cheeks flaunting how badly she sucked at even the smallest falsehood. "I just didn't want to keep you tied up any longer than necessary."
She blinked at the poor choice of words but
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