Suit (The Twin Duo #1)(85)

The plane was actually a lot bigger than it looked on the outside. An open sofa in front of a big screen television on one side, and four white-leather-seats on the other side faced each other.

That’s where we started, buckled up and ready for liftoff. Paxton sat directly in front of me with Ophelia by his side. We shared the excitement, talking back and forth as a family. Mommy and Daddy played games. Paxton kept giving me the eye, undressing me with his eyes. I watched them linger on my breasts, my lips, and my throbbing sex. He hadn’t even touched me and the sexual tension was crazy between us.

The flight started it all. A hole other can of worms. We ate snacks while we watched a movie on the C shaped sofa, talking through it with Disneyland excitement. The thrill of meeting Belle and Cinderella kept Phi and Rowan’s minds from focusing on anything else. I thought it was adorable.

The bear movie couldn’t keep my attention either. Paxton had that. His hand tenderly held mine, and he doted on me like he was madly in love. Surprise kisses and loving hands. I gave up. My hands were internally tossed into the air and I silently screamed in frustration.

Rowan crawled to Paxton’s lap and snuggled into his chest first, yawning with sleepy eyes. Ophelia called her a baby and assured her she wouldn’t be sleeping. No way. Not until she saw Disneyland.

Ten minutes later, I was slipping her shoes off her feet, and pulling her by the ankles to lie down. I may have leaned over in front of Paxton a little longer than needed. I figured I may as well play along. Enjoy it while it lasted.

My breath caught in my chest when I felt his hand slide up the inside of my leg. Score. We have lift off. My lady parts instantly reacted. Between my legs and behind my bra. Nine days was a really long time.

I turned with eyes smoldering in rebellion, forcing his hand off my leg. I held the gaze while I slipped Rowan’s sandals from her feet, too. Paxton slid from beneath her body and laid her down with a kiss to her blonde hair. I moved to sit below her feet, but he stopped me by taking my hand. We stepped to the side and he pulled a blue-velvet-curtain closed.

A wave to the four seats on the other side was my direction to sit. Things felt awkward between us for a little bit. Paxton sat across from me and crossed an ankle over his knee, folding one arm over another.

I crossed my arms, too. Defiantly. My head tilted to the side and I put him in his place. Sort of. “I’m not giving into you being a dick. That was totally uncalled for. You’ve been an ass for nine straight days.”

His head leaned in the same direction as mine with a smile. The silly one. The one I loved. The one that turned me into mush.

“Damn. You sure you don’t want call it truce? I feel like this trip would be a lot more fun if you told me you learned your lesson and moved forward from here.”

A loud scream echoed in my head, telling my vagina to calm down. No way. I wasn’t backing down. What was he going to do? Throw me out of the plane? My expression matched the nod of my head, assuring Paxton of my submission. Just when he smiled in victory, I kicked his feet from under him.

“Um, no. Fuck you. That was stupid, Paxton. You’ve treated me like I didn’t exist for nine straight days.”

“It was an experiment. I haven’t had to do that in, God, like three years. You’ll be begging for it before you know it. That’s the lesson you need to learn. I let you come. Don’t ever forget that. I’m just wondering if I should add another nine days for the fuck you.”

Nope. This wasn’t the way it was going down. Two could play this game. I scooted from my seat, stood right in front of him, and unfastened my shorts. His jaw dropped a little and his eyes shifted to my fingers. One leg went to each side of him, and the zipper echoed. Paxton’s head tilted up while my lips moved close to his. My hips swirled into him, grinding in a circular motion.

“Go for it, baby boy. Let’s see who caves first,” I said in a low sultry tone. Each word touched his lips and I way overstepped my boundaries. Maybe he would be nice enough to give me a parachute. I didn’t wait for Paxton kiss to me. I did it. I parted his lips with mine and grinded into his hips again, making out like a couple newlyweds. Like we were in love. The make out session lasted for at least twenty minutes. He grew harder, I grew wetter, and desire ignited around us.

My panting breaths mixed with needing moans when his hands found the soft skin below my shirt. Just my back. That’s it. That’s how much power Paxton Pierce had over my body. That was when I would do anything the man told me to do. Tenfold.

“I hate you,” Paxton said with broken words spoken between light kisses to my throat.

I moved my smile to his lips and kissed him. A sigh escaped with the change in my expression. I sat back and moved my eyes to my lap. “No you don’t. You don’t hate me at all, that’s why this is so hard for you. You’re too busy trying to make me someone I don’t remember to enjoy what we have here.”

Paxton moved his eyes to mine and made me look at him. “Passion changes things, huh?”

I smiled back and took a deep breath. “Big time,” I said in agreement. My head nodding to my chest.

Paxton’s head dropped that time. His finger flipped my zipper, up and down while the throb between my legs went crazy. The flip back up barely brushed over my overzealous nub.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to torture you. You’re the one who is supposed to beg me let you come. That’s how it is. Not like this.”