Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,16

had become slim for the sort of candidates my father liked to manage ever since he’d chosen to go to war with Jasper Christmas. But Boomer wasn’t worried about the business going to shit. He was flushed with cash, and he wanted me to be the son who kissed his ass and ate from his trough. I never had to bend the knee too much as long as I kept Cox and Cox Management afloat though. By all estimations, we couldn’t survive another year without winning a political race. We needed people to see that we weren’t out of the picture. If I made an unknown candidate a winner, that would send a strong message to those in the political world.

I squeezed Bryn’s phone, choosing to keep my mind on her rather than on what would happen to me if Pedro decided to decline my services.

I was served an in-flight meal of cracked-ginger-and-honey-braised short ribs, citrus-butter risotto, and green beans. The meal was a favorite of mine. I declined dessert. The only sweet thing I wanted was Bryn Christmas in my mouth. I couldn’t wait to taste her again. I had no doubt that soon, I’d be indulging in her body.

“Excuse me, Mr. Cox, but you have a call from your father,” the flight attendant said. I hadn’t noticed her standing by my shoulder.

Do I want to talk to my father? Hell no.

“Tell him I’ll call him back,” I said, closing my eyes as I pressed my head against the seat.

“Yes, sir. Um…”

She hadn’t moved, so I opened an eye. “Could I help you with something?” I asked.

Her gaze penetrated me. “Can I help you with something else?”

It took a moment for her question to seep in. The stewardess stepped closer, her thin hips inches away from my face. She was offering herself to me. That wasn’t shocking. The airplane belonged to the company. Boomer preferred a different standard of service than I did. I knew what kind of man he was, and so did Stephanie, my mother.

The one and only time I’d told her that my father was a cheater, her answer was, “Well, that’s relative, darling. And while you’re at it, it’s perfectly fine to mind your own business when it comes to that sort of thing, okay?”

I was rendered speechless, but I wasn’t surprised that my parents had an arrangement. My mom had grown up in the sticks of Oklahoma. She was beautiful, regal, and mature, and my father liked his women young and thin as nymphs, the kind of chicks who’d ride him, make a lot of noise, and try to convince him that his cock was magical. As far as Boomer was concerned, when it came to casual fucking, my mom’s kind of striking beauty wasn’t required. The stewardess’s average attractiveness was all he needed.

I looked down at my package. The stewardess must have noticed how dense my cock was. It had nothing to do with her, though. It had everything to do with having Bryn Christmas on my mind.

“How about this?” I said.

She raised her eyebrows, and her eyes gleamed with hopeful curiosity. The prostitutes my father hired to play stewardess would have rather had me bang them than have him do it. But I never touched paid-for pussy.

“Yes?” she sighed.

“You leave me alone, and don’t come back in here unless I call for you. Nobody comes in here unless I say so. Got it?”

Her lustful gaze turned confused. “Um, sure. Is that all?”

“No.”

“No?” she asked.

“With all due respect, don’t ever try that again. I don’t pay to play.”

She tilted her head and brushed a hand through her hair. “What about for free?”

I jerked my head back, surprised that she was bold enough to ask me that. “Not interested.”

Her gazed dropped to my cock. I’d lost my hard-on.

“I’ll leave you in privacy, then.” She walked out of the cabin.

Once I knew for certain that I was alone and would not be bothered, I lifted Bryn’s phone off the seat beside me and smelled it, taking in a faint scent of her. Then I rubbed the damn thing against my cock. Instead of making me feel embarrassed, it made me horny as hell. I undid my pants and envisioned my dick charging into her silken haven. I’d never forgotten how that felt. With one deep inhalation along with a squeeze of my cock, I was experiencing Bryn Christmas anew.

Twice, I finished to memories of making love to the one woman in the world I craved.