her go now that she'd botched things with the biggest club owner in Nashville. That chapter was closed. It was too bad, but the heartbreak of it was nothing compared to what she was feeling over blue eyes.
She looked up to see a stewardess standing over her seat.
"Miss Gavin? Your seat has been changed."
"What? Why?"
"Please come with me now."
Elle stood up, grumbling to herself. She was already starting to doubt her decision to run off. And now this trip was turning into a nightmare and it had barely just begun.
Maybe her credit card had been declined and they were kicking her off the plane. That wouldn't be a shocker after everything else that had happened now would it? But maybe it would be a blessing in disguise. She could go back- try to explain...
The stewardess led her to the front of the plane. They were already taxying to the runway so they couldn't be kicking her off now could they? Unless they planned to do it mid flight.
Now that would be a proper ending to her failed trip to America.
She almost laughed but the stewardess was showing her to a seat. In first class. A seat in first class.
There was someone in the seat next to hers. A man wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacket. A man who was staring at her with a wry grin.
Jake Bloody Delancey.
"Please take your seat now Miss Gavin."
She stared in shock at the gorgeous man staring back at her.
"Sit down Elle."
She nodded numbly and sat.
"Enjoy your flight."
She looked straight ahead. Jake was probably mad at her. She was afraid to look at him.
"Put on your seatbelt Elle."
Slowly she reached out and slid the buckle into place.
"How is your father?"
Silence.
Then Jake shifted in his seat.
"He's alright actually. He seemed to turn over a new leaf when I promised him I'd stay in Brentwood."
She closed her eyes. She knew what a big concession that was to him.
"Do you know why I promised him that Elle?"
She shook her head. The plane was picking up speed as it taxied down the runway. The tip of the plane began to lift.
"Look at me Elle."
She turned her head sideways and stared into his beautiful blue eyes.
"I did it because of you."
11.
Jake leaned over Elle's prostrate body. She was tied spread eagle to the hotel bed. The very, very large hotel bed.
"So, how are you enjoying New York?"
She moaned as he traced his fingertip down her body.
"Please…"
He smiled at her and continued the teasing strokes. He'd been at this for over an hour. It was probably time to let her climax.
But not yet.
He leaned down, his breath fanning her skin with warm air. She was cool to the touch, thanks to the hotel's air conditioning. Slowly he stuck out his tongue, making a point. He dragged it across her skin, skimming her nipple.
"Ohhhh…"
He kept going, sliding down her body, licking and teasing as he went. Then he started at her ankles again and worked his way up. She was shivering by the time he'd worked
She looked up to see a stewardess standing over her seat.
"Miss Gavin? Your seat has been changed."
"What? Why?"
"Please come with me now."
Elle stood up, grumbling to herself. She was already starting to doubt her decision to run off. And now this trip was turning into a nightmare and it had barely just begun.
Maybe her credit card had been declined and they were kicking her off the plane. That wouldn't be a shocker after everything else that had happened now would it? But maybe it would be a blessing in disguise. She could go back- try to explain...
The stewardess led her to the front of the plane. They were already taxying to the runway so they couldn't be kicking her off now could they? Unless they planned to do it mid flight.
Now that would be a proper ending to her failed trip to America.
She almost laughed but the stewardess was showing her to a seat. In first class. A seat in first class.
There was someone in the seat next to hers. A man wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacket. A man who was staring at her with a wry grin.
Jake Bloody Delancey.
"Please take your seat now Miss Gavin."
She stared in shock at the gorgeous man staring back at her.
"Sit down Elle."
She nodded numbly and sat.
"Enjoy your flight."
She looked straight ahead. Jake was probably mad at her. She was afraid to look at him.
"Put on your seatbelt Elle."
Slowly she reached out and slid the buckle into place.
"How is your father?"
Silence.
Then Jake shifted in his seat.
"He's alright actually. He seemed to turn over a new leaf when I promised him I'd stay in Brentwood."
She closed her eyes. She knew what a big concession that was to him.
"Do you know why I promised him that Elle?"
She shook her head. The plane was picking up speed as it taxied down the runway. The tip of the plane began to lift.
"Look at me Elle."
She turned her head sideways and stared into his beautiful blue eyes.
"I did it because of you."
11.
Jake leaned over Elle's prostrate body. She was tied spread eagle to the hotel bed. The very, very large hotel bed.
"So, how are you enjoying New York?"
She moaned as he traced his fingertip down her body.
"Please…"
He smiled at her and continued the teasing strokes. He'd been at this for over an hour. It was probably time to let her climax.
But not yet.
He leaned down, his breath fanning her skin with warm air. She was cool to the touch, thanks to the hotel's air conditioning. Slowly he stuck out his tongue, making a point. He dragged it across her skin, skimming her nipple.
"Ohhhh…"
He kept going, sliding down her body, licking and teasing as he went. Then he started at her ankles again and worked his way up. She was shivering by the time he'd worked
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