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against her thin blouse, her nipples prominent against the silk. Jace wanted to bite right through the material and suck her until she went over again.
“You can take your blindfold off now,” Jace said. “I’m going to call for lunch.”
He knew that even if Evan was sitting in that seat bare-ass naked, the flight attendant wouldn’t bat an eyelash when she served their food, but he wanted to give Evan a breather. They’d thrown a lot at her today. She’d earned some downtime.
He pressed the call button and requested their lunch.
Evan tugged the blindfold off and blinked a few times, letting her eyes adjust, then her blue-eyed gaze found Jace’s and she smiled. “So the plan is to make me come until I’m so exhausted, I don’t have the energy to grill y’all with questions.”
Jace smirked. “Not necessarily. But that’s not a terrible plan.”
She shifted in her seat, and he caught the sexy scent of her arousal in the air. God, he could imagine how wet she must be under that skirt, the smooth latex of the toy covered with her juices, sliding in and over her flushed, swollen flesh . . .
Fuck
. He adjusted the front of his pants, and Andre chuckled.
“What?” Jace snapped.
Andre nodded toward Jace’s obviously aroused state. “Nothing, I just feel your pain.”
Evan’s lips curled upward. “Now who are the masochists?”
“Watch it,
bella
,” Andre said. “Or we’ll forget that we promised you food first.”
She laughed, and warmth bled through Jace at the welcome sound. This is exactly why he’d wanted this trip, to get them away from it all, to hear her laugh come so easily.
“I’m not all that hungry. We could delay lunch and I could help you two out with your . . . unfortunate situation.”
“No way,” Jace said, even though the offer was more than tempting. “You haven’t eaten all day. I don’t want you passing out the minute we get there.”
“And where is there?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her and she made a frustrated noise.
The curtain at the front of the plane slid open and Alice, the flight attendant, strode into the cabin with stacked silver trays of food. The smell of steak and garlic drifted down the aisle and Jace’s stomach growled.
But as soon as he glanced at Evan to ask her if she wanted wine with her lunch, he saw the smile fade from her face and her skin went pale. “God, what is that
smell
?”
“Garlic, it’s— Baby, are you okay?” he asked and Andre turned his attention to Evan as well.
Alice stepped closer and lifted the lid off the top dish. “Medium well steak with baked sweet potato and . . .”
Evan clapped her hand over her mouth and grabbed for her seatbelt. “Excuse me.”
“Ev—” Jace reached for her, but she was already on her feet and rushing toward the back.
Jace unhooked his seatbelt in a flash and jumped to his feet to follow her. He accidentally bumped Alice on the way, but he’d apologize later. When he reached the plane’s restroom, he found the door open and Evan on her knees, retching. Nothing was coming up, but she clung to toilet as she dry heaved.
He wrapped his hand around her hair to hold it out of the way and got to his knees next to her. Then, he put his other hand on her back and rubbed until the violent heaving calmed. She folded her arms on the edge of the toilet and put her forehead on them, her back rising and falling with exhausted, gulping breaths. Sweat glistened on her neck.
“God, sweetheart, is there something I can get you?”
She made a miserable sound. “Just get that smell out of here. Something must be wrong with the meat—it was so . . .
ugh
. God, you couldn’t smell that?”
“I didn’t, but I’ll have them get rid of it.” He got to his feet and found a paper cup to fill with water. “Here, drink this and I’ll be right back. I’ll tell them to throw it out and see if they have any air freshener to fix the smell. You okay on your own for a minute?”
“Yeah,
“You can take your blindfold off now,” Jace said. “I’m going to call for lunch.”
He knew that even if Evan was sitting in that seat bare-ass naked, the flight attendant wouldn’t bat an eyelash when she served their food, but he wanted to give Evan a breather. They’d thrown a lot at her today. She’d earned some downtime.
He pressed the call button and requested their lunch.
Evan tugged the blindfold off and blinked a few times, letting her eyes adjust, then her blue-eyed gaze found Jace’s and she smiled. “So the plan is to make me come until I’m so exhausted, I don’t have the energy to grill y’all with questions.”
Jace smirked. “Not necessarily. But that’s not a terrible plan.”
She shifted in her seat, and he caught the sexy scent of her arousal in the air. God, he could imagine how wet she must be under that skirt, the smooth latex of the toy covered with her juices, sliding in and over her flushed, swollen flesh . . .
Fuck
. He adjusted the front of his pants, and Andre chuckled.
“What?” Jace snapped.
Andre nodded toward Jace’s obviously aroused state. “Nothing, I just feel your pain.”
Evan’s lips curled upward. “Now who are the masochists?”
“Watch it,
bella
,” Andre said. “Or we’ll forget that we promised you food first.”
She laughed, and warmth bled through Jace at the welcome sound. This is exactly why he’d wanted this trip, to get them away from it all, to hear her laugh come so easily.
“I’m not all that hungry. We could delay lunch and I could help you two out with your . . . unfortunate situation.”
“No way,” Jace said, even though the offer was more than tempting. “You haven’t eaten all day. I don’t want you passing out the minute we get there.”
“And where is there?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her and she made a frustrated noise.
The curtain at the front of the plane slid open and Alice, the flight attendant, strode into the cabin with stacked silver trays of food. The smell of steak and garlic drifted down the aisle and Jace’s stomach growled.
But as soon as he glanced at Evan to ask her if she wanted wine with her lunch, he saw the smile fade from her face and her skin went pale. “God, what is that
smell
?”
“Garlic, it’s— Baby, are you okay?” he asked and Andre turned his attention to Evan as well.
Alice stepped closer and lifted the lid off the top dish. “Medium well steak with baked sweet potato and . . .”
Evan clapped her hand over her mouth and grabbed for her seatbelt. “Excuse me.”
“Ev—” Jace reached for her, but she was already on her feet and rushing toward the back.
Jace unhooked his seatbelt in a flash and jumped to his feet to follow her. He accidentally bumped Alice on the way, but he’d apologize later. When he reached the plane’s restroom, he found the door open and Evan on her knees, retching. Nothing was coming up, but she clung to toilet as she dry heaved.
He wrapped his hand around her hair to hold it out of the way and got to his knees next to her. Then, he put his other hand on her back and rubbed until the violent heaving calmed. She folded her arms on the edge of the toilet and put her forehead on them, her back rising and falling with exhausted, gulping breaths. Sweat glistened on her neck.
“God, sweetheart, is there something I can get you?”
She made a miserable sound. “Just get that smell out of here. Something must be wrong with the meat—it was so . . .
ugh
. God, you couldn’t smell that?”
“I didn’t, but I’ll have them get rid of it.” He got to his feet and found a paper cup to fill with water. “Here, drink this and I’ll be right back. I’ll tell them to throw it out and see if they have any air freshener to fix the smell. You okay on your own for a minute?”
“Yeah,
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