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Isn’t this a little fast?” She bites her lip, trying to give the discussion some thought, but I can see it in her eyes. She wants to go, she’s just putting on a show so she doesn’t seem too easy.
    “No, not to me. I don’t really feel comfortable with most people. Hell, I told you the other night that it’s been a while for me, you know, since I was with someone. It’s because I don’t trust anyone.”
    “You trust me?” she asks.
    “Without a doubt,” I answer immediately.
    “London, huh? Rain and lorries and pubs?”
    “No, you and me and three months in England.”
    She laughs and grips the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. I take advantage of the contact, clamping down on her mouth and grinding my hips into hers. The sexy moan that vibrates through her is enough to drive me insane, even though I was buried in her less than ten minutes ago.
    “Wait,” I gasp, pulling away before we get to far for me to stop. “Will you come with me?”
    “I thought that’s what we were doing,” she says playfully.
    I narrow my eyes but can’t help the laugh that escapes. “No, to London. Come with me to London.” To bolster my argument, I roll my hips again, pressing my hard length into her sensitive slit.
    “Jesus, Ry,” she cries, throwing her head back and arching up. “Yes, I’ll go. I’ll go.”
    “Good to hear. Now I can fuck you.” Leah’s breath hitches when I taste her delicious mouth again.
    This movie shoot is going to be fucking incredible.
     
     
     
    “Thanks for helping me pack, Leah.” I give Brittany a smug look when she glares at me from her seat in the opposite row of Surge Films’ private jet.
    “I didn’t mind. I love clothes. Shopping for clothes mostly, but choosing them and packing them are pretty high up there on my list of things I love to do,” she says excitedly.
    I give Britt a smile when she rolls her eyes at me. “Leah, you realize that now you’re destined to pack every single thing he ever needs, right?”
    Leah bursts out laughing, her loud, genuine laugh, and I love it. “Yeah, I figured. But most men hate dealing with stuff like that, so if I can help and I enjoy it,” she shrugs, “I figure it’s no big deal.”
    Brittany grins. “You asked for it girl. Just so you know, don’t come to me when he has you folding his disgusting dirty drawers or sweaty used socks.”
    “Ewww.” Leah turns to me, “Dirty clothes are not a part of the deal. Clean only.”
    I lean in and kiss the tip of her adorable nose. “Deal.”
    “You guys are too much.”
    I wrench around in my enormous leather seat to see Declan, who’s sitting behind me. “Don’t be a party pooper, Dex. We’ll find you your own girl. Maybe a cute British chick. What do you think?”
    Dex blushes, he actually fucking blushes. “Nah, I’m good man.”
    I study him carefully. Watching how he pretends to be fascinated with the view out the window all of a sudden. “I’ll be right back,” I whisper to Leah.
    “Sure. I’m going to read for a bit.”
    I slide out of my seat and drop into the empty one next to Dex. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Dex.” I add a punch to his shoulder to lighten the atmosphere. Neither one of us is very big on ‘talking’ or any of that shit. What guy is? Hell, it took me a month of no sleep just to go see a therapist about my nightmares and PTSD.
    “You didn’t. I’m… shit. Don’t worry about it, Ry. I’m good.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and absentmindedly starts fiddling with the television console in front of him.
    “Dude, we don’t have a lot of people we can confide in. Christ, besides the people on this plane and my parents, I have no one I can confide in. It’s a lonely place to be, I get that. So, if you want to tell me something, know that it won’t go any further than you and me.”
    Dex looks at me out of the corner of his eye and sags into his seat, seeming to give up on avoiding me. “I’m sick of the