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So many thoughts ran through my head. Whether it was right or wrong, I decided to tell Ashton about my plans.

“I’ve decided to file for divorce. I just need to find a good lawyer.”

A wicked grin crossed his lips and he swooped, taking my lips in a demanding kiss. Swirling tongues fought burning fires and I momentarily forgot where we were until he sat back, panting, “I want you. Can’t. Not yet, at least.”

My chest heaved. It still amazed me how quickly Ashton could reduce me to a mass of nerves and no brainpower. All it took was a simple kiss. The man had a very talented tongue. Wherever he used it.

John stepped into the plane at that moment, averting his gaze. “Buckle up, we’re cleared to take off.”

My face flushed with the idea of being caught.

“He didn’t see anything,” Ashton whispered. “And he’ll miss the rest of the show when he’s stuck behind that door, flying the plane.” He gave me a salacious grin.

Every nerve ending tingled with his carnal promise. “We can’t do that on the plane.”

His hand slipped underneath my shirt. “Oh we can. And we will. You’ve done nothing but tease me since I woke you up. I’m done waiting.”

“Oh God.”

“That’s right. You’ll be screaming that a lot in a bit. But, my name will do just fine for now.”

“Wait . . . did you say that I’ve been teasing you?” All of the comments, looks, not to mention the kiss flashed before me. “You’ve—” He covered my lips with his fingers.

“Don’t deny it. I saw you staring at my ass earlier. What’s a man supposed to do?” I wanted to protest that he happened to be the one who took my clothes off last night, but his fingers never moved. “Since we can’t do what I want to do yet, let’s talk more about your divorce.”

His fingers moved away from my lips but I only managed to get out, “Last night,” before he covered them again.

“Uh-uh. We’re talking divorce, not your teasing ways.”

I rolled my eyes and nodded. Once again, his fingers fell away. “I want to start divorce proceedings. I don’t want to wait another minute to be free of him. I should have left before, but I didn’t know any better. I’m glad that now I do. I just need to find a lawyer.”

“I have a law firm on retainer. We can go see them this week.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

The plane started taxiing toward the runway. “I want to. The idea of you completely free of that asshole makes me hard as a rock. Plus, they’re on a retainer. They may as well do something for their money.”

The plane picked up speed and we rocketed down the runway. At the same time, Ashton took my hand, placing it over the bulge in his pants.

“Ashton,” I whispered.

He captured my mouth as the plane began its ascent, and the floating sensation filling my body had nothing to do with takeoff. Ashton and his talented tongue sent me soaring to new heights. All thoughts of protesting flew right out the window. His mouth trailed down my cheek to my neck, lightly sucking on the pulse point.

My body was already alight with sensation when Ashton’s fingers stroked across my stomach, snaking up and under my shirt to cover my breast. His thumb teased me above the fabric.

“More,” I begged.

“More?” His fingers teased my nipples. “You weren’t sure you wanted to do this.”

Needing less talking and more touching, I threaded my fingers into the hair at his nape and pulled his mouth to mine.

He didn’t disappoint.

When his tongue slid back into my mouth and his fingers dipped below the fabric of my bra, a small voice in the back of my head tried to scream that I must be crazy to go along with this. Except the voice was so small it could be a whisper.

The throbbing, my core begging for more. Suddenly, my seatbelt unfastened and I was hauled over into Ashton’s lap, nothing breaking the connection of our lips. The hard length of his erection pushed into me, creating a delicious friction. Desire, hot and heavy, filled me. Using my free hand, I reached down to unfasten the button and zipper of his jeans. He taught me that: that I could touch him and enjoy it.

That’s exactly what I wanted—to touch and enjoy. A groan left his lips, the moment my hand slipped inside and wrapped around him.

“Oh fuck, Elena.”

My hand moved up and down for a few strokes before Ashton grabbed my shoulders and flipped me around on his lap. One hand went up my shirt and back to my nipples, while the other snaked down my front to open my jeans and slip inside. Ashton slid his fingers down through my slick wet heat. My hips bucked up, trying to get his fingers where I needed them. His teeth scraped across the back of my neck.