His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,53

a hand along his thigh. Sam could see the bulge in his trousers had grown already.

“You sure?” he asked as he looked at her over the phone.

She felt a sting of uncertainty, but forged ahead. “Since when are you so shy?” she asked.

He tossed his phone on the seat across from him and pushed up the armrest that separated them. “I just don’t want you to get too worn out,” he growled into her ear as he pulled her on top of him.

She giggled as she straddled him. The short skirt and no underwear had been pre-planned—as had the tight shirt that zipped all the way open. Connor reclined the seat halfway while she unzipped him and stroked his shaft. He glanced at his watch.

“Are you timing me?” she asked. He reached for the zipper of her shirt and released her breasts slowly.

“Maybe,” he said.

She guided him into her, slowly. Sam teased him at the tip, circling him in her wetness. He let out a huff of frustration and she lowered herself onto him. Connor went to grab her hips, control her like he liked to do, but she pushed his arms back. “You don’t always get to be in charge,” she said.

He obliged. As she fucked him at her own pace, every time he tried to reach for her she pushed his arms away. Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her breasts against his chest. Like this, fully in control, she could command when she would come—and as it turned out, him as well.

When he came inside her, it was the only time she let him grab onto her. He held her down, hard, onto him. She felt his release as it pumped into her, and it skyrocketed her to her own orgasm. His face was buried in her neck. It felt like an hour until he let her go.

She slid onto the seat beside him and pulled down her skirt. Connor didn’t look at her, but simply buttoned his pants. “Restroom?” she asked, and he pointed behind them.

As she cleaned herself up in the little bathroom, using tissue to wipe between her legs, she couldn’t help but feel like something was off. The sex had been fantastic, as always, but it was like he wasn’t fully there.

She checked her hair in the mirror and finger combed it into submission. It didn’t really matter anyway. Who was going to see her?

When she returned to her seat, he was engrossed in his phone once again. However, when he heard her approach, it seemed like he quickly switched from a different app back to the news.

“Since when are you such a news fiend?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I have alerts set up with my name, my father’s, the company’s—just seeing the publicity.”

“Anything good?” she asked.

He held up an image of the two of them at one of last month’s galas. It shocked her, seeing them on the local news like they were celebrities. They looked genuinely happy, like a real couple. The headline read, “Billionaire playboy and new Trezor COO settles down?”

“Looks legit,” she told him.

“That’s what I’m paying you for,” he replied.

Sam left him to his phone for the remainder of the journey. It had to just be work, the mini-vacation being over, and all of that. He was moody, that was nothing new.

She stretched her limbs when the pilot announced the descent. A thick mass of clouds covered DC, regardless of it being summer. “I can’t believe we’re back to the real world,” she said. The tired skidded along the runway.

“Sam, just so you know,” he said. “What we had in Monaco? It was nice and all. But now that we’re back, it has to stop. I’m sure you understand and know that—but just so we’re clear.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Sam was absolutely blown away. She wasn’t sure what she’d thought or expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. And why not? Did you think he was in love with you? Did this make her a prostitute? Was he paying extra for the “bonuses” in Monaco? She imagined herself throwing the extra cash in his face. Preferably with a full glass of alcohol to follow.

“Sam?” he asked. His eyes searched her face for some kind of reaction. “Look, I really need to get going. If you could just confirm that—”

“I get it,” she said curtly. She reached for her bag and busied herself with a search for her keys and phone.

“And you intend to