The Ending I Want(7)

Then, his lips lift at the corner. “Well, I don’t own a bazillion companies. But, yeah, I am Liam Hunter.”

“Oh God,” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “I kiss-attacked the guy who owns this plane.”

I hear Liam’s deep chuckle, and then he tugs my hands from my face, forcing me to look at his face.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s so a big deal. I kiss-attacked Liam Hunter,” I repeat, groaning again.

“You really need to stop groaning like that because you’re turning me the f*ck on.”

He shifts in his seat, and I follow his stare down to his crotch.

Oh.

Oh, wow.

He totally has a hard-on.

I’ve given Liam Hunter a hard-on.

“Yes, you have.”

My eyes flick to his. “Did I…did I say that out loud?”

“You did.”

“Oh f*ck,” I groan.

“For f*ck’s sake, groan like that again, and I’ll be going down on you right here and now. I don’t give a shit who sees,” he says in a hushed tone.

My eyes bug out of my head. “You can’t do that!” I whisper back, shocked.

He levels me with a look. “I own the plane. I can do whatever the f*ck I want.”

Okay then.

“And just so you know, you kissing me was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I’m still wobbly over his prior comment, but I manage to slide him a look. “I guess you don’t get out much then.”

“Oh, I get out plenty.” He gives me a look that tells me that Liam Hunter gets out and about regularly.

Then, something occurs to me.

“Hey, why are you sitting in economy? You own the plane. You should be sitting in first-class. Or on a throne or something. Anyway, don’t you have your own plane to fly you all over the world?”

“I do have my own plane, but it’s in London. And if I’d sat in first-class, then I wouldn’t have sat next to you, and I wouldn’t have gotten that awesome kiss. And you and I wouldn’t be heading back to my place the moment we land, so I can make you come.”

True. But still…

“If I owned this plane, I’d be sitting in first-class.”

“First-class doesn’t interest me. You, on the other hand…you interest me a lot.”

He interests me a lot, too. Especially his tongue and hot body.

“And I leave first-class seats to the paying customers. Also, why would I want to move when I have first class sitting right next to me?”

I fight a smile. “Your pick-up lines are terrible. Anyone ever tell you that?”

He gives me a mock-offended look. “I haven’t had any complaints before.”

“I don’t think it was your pick-up lines they were after. And I don’t mean your money either.”

“You’re referring to my big cock?” He deadpans.

I laugh. He’s so confident…and honestly, it’s a huge turn-on.

“I guess I’ll know the answer to that question later,” I say softly.

“Yes, you will.”

Holy…shivers.

Then, something occurs to me.

“How old are you?” I ask him.

I know for sure that he must be older than me, but he doesn’t look that old.

“Why?” He eyes me suspiciously.

“Just wondering.”

“I’m thirty-two. Your turn.”

Wow. He’s ten years older than me. How hot is that?

But it might not be hot to him that I’m younger.

“I don’t know if I should tell you…” I bite my lower lip. “You might change your mind if I do.”

His expression freezes. “You’re not seventeen, are you?”

“Fuck no.” I laugh. “I’m twenty-two.”

“Thank f*ck for that.” He exhales, his face relaxing.

“You are ten years older than me though. An older man. Like a sexy sugar daddy.”

He chokes out a sound. “I’m thirty-two, not fifty-two. And call me a sugar daddy again, and I’ll be rescinding the oral invitation.”

I laugh. For real. It’s loud and happy, and it feels alien. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.

It was before my family died.

But he did that. He made me laugh, and he’s made me smile a ton.

And he’s going to do so much more—with his tongue on the most intimate part of me.

Oh God, I can’t wait.

I’m going back to Liam Hunter’s place to have sex.

Liam Hunter, the gazillionaire businessman, who owns airplanes, credit card and finance companies, hotels—crap, I’m even staying in one of his hotels—and so much other stuff that I can’t even remember. And he’s older than me, which is just so incredibly sexy because he must be all experienced with sex.

This is going to be amazing.

I’m going to be tongue-f*cked by Liam Hunter, and I cannot wait.

God bless, England.





It’s seven thirty in the evening when we land in London.

I’m in England.

I can’t believe I’m actually here.