Billionaire Boys Club 4 : Once upon a Billionaire(85)

Griffin sat in one large leather seat, and then pulled her down into his lap. "He thinks we're going to have a make-out session in the back of the plane, I suppose." He dragged his arms around her and pulled her closer, running his hands along her back and thigh as if he couldn't get enough of touching her.

She pulled off his glasses and tossed them into a nearby empty seat. Then, she leaned in and took Griffin's lower lip between her teeth, biting it lightly and enjoying the shiver she felt rock through his body. "Then I suppose we shouldn't disappoint him?"

Griffin's groan of response was deliciously gratifying to hear. "There is a room in the back of the plane."

"Does it have condoms?"

He groaned again. "I hope to God that it does."

"Let's go check it out," she murmured against his mouth, and then slid out of his lap. She sashayed the few feet to the back of the plane and opened the door, knowing Griffin's eyes were on her every step of the way.

The bedroom at the back of the plane was just as she remembered it. There was a full-size bed on the one side and a mirror on the wall behind it. On the other side of the small room was a desk with a chair, and a door that led to the bathroom.

She headed for the bathroom and heard Griffin shut the door to the room and lock it behind them. Inside the bathroom, there were a number of toiletries, but the thing that interested her the most was the box of condoms under the sink. It looked like the box she'd purchased in Bellissime, and she turned and held it out to Griffin. "You kept these?"

"How could I not? The driver was giving me such dirty looks for breaking your heart that I took them as a badge of shame." He grimaced at the thought.

She laughed again. "I'm glad you feel bad about that, because I felt worse." 

He pulled her against him again and nuzzled her neck. "You should know you're the only one for me."

Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to believe his words-oh, she did-but she'd been stomped on and hurt too many times by his careless words to believe him wholeheartedly. So for now, she trusted and hoped.

Maylee's fingers stole to Griffin's hair-soft, shining, and messy. "This is a different look for you."

"Kip did not approve," he murmured against her neck. "But Kip is not the one who likes to run his fingers through my hair."

"I'm glad for that," she said with another laugh, and scratched at his scalp.

He groaned. "Dear God, that feels good."

She shushed him with a giggle. "You're going to have to be quieter if you don't want Kip listening in."

He stiffened, shooting an anxious look back toward the front cabin. "I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable with him sitting right out there-"

She gave him a mock pout, and her hand slid down to the front of his slacks. "I grew up in a trailer. I think if anyone knows how to be quiet when making out, it's me."

He frowned back at her. "Who exactly were you making out with-"

"Boys," she said. And then she kissed him to shut him up.

And he kissed her back. Oh, she loved kissing him so much. No one kissed quite like Griffin. There was an unadulterated hunger to his mouth, as if he feared everything would be ripped away in the next instant and so he had to devour her while he could. She loved that singular intensity of him and suspected he'd be like that in bed, too.

She couldn't wait to find out. Her hand rubbed at his c**k again, feeling the thick length of it under her fingers. "Now," she murmured, stroking him when she paused. "Did you want to make out back here with your new assistant? Because she's a pretty demanding sort."

His eyes were glazed with passion. "Oh?"

"Very. . . ." Stroke. "Demanding . . ." Stroke.

He groaned again, this time louder, and she kissed his mouth to quiet him, pleased by the fact that her tightly controlled man was not quite so controlled in the bedroom.

"Want to know what I demand?" Maylee asked.

He nodded, unable to form words.

"Your tongue . . ." Stroke. "All over my body." Stroke. "And then I'll do the same to you." Stroke. "How does that sound?"

"Incredible," he breathed, his dazed expression warming her heart.

"Then let's go check out that bed, shall we?" And she reluctantly slid her hand away from his c**k and left the tiny bathroom.

He followed her out, his hand touching her back, her arm, as if reluctant to let her leave him for one moment. And that was rather gratifying and sweet, all at once. She felt a surge of affection for him-this lonely, isolated man who didn't know how to ask for affection, but basked in her attentions.

She'd be careful with his heart. Maylee turned around to give Griffin a sweet smile and to tell him how much she cared for him.