She was cleaned up, the lights out and he was drifting to sleep when his woman murmured against the skin of his chest.
“Do you, um…have a crop?”
He grinned through the dark at the ceiling.
He’d been wrong.
She was not the woman of his dreams.
She was the woman beyond even a dream.
“I so own you,” he muttered back.
“Whatever,” she returned, sounding disgruntled but doing it snuggling closer.
“Tie you too,” he declared.
She made a noncommittal noise but her body pressed closer to him.
“Blindfold,” he went on.
“Whatever,” she repeated with added emphasis.
“Gag as well. Plug your ass. Go all out.”
Liv shifted against him. “Whatever, Nicky. Now shut up.”
“You just came hard for me after I paddled your ass then fucked it and you’re getting turned on just talking about getting more,” he pointed out.
She lifted her head and snapped, “Shut up, Nicky.”
He aimed a hand and cupped her face.
“You gotta know, baby, you own me too.”
She melted into him again, pressing her cheek to his palm.
He leaned to her, touching his mouth to hers.
“Now go to sleep,” he ordered when he was done.
She bent in, brushed her mouth along his jaw and then settled back into him.
Liv snuggled close.
Nick held her as she did.
And they fell asleep.
* * * * *
9:25 – Sunday Night
They were belted into the plane, prepared for landing, and Olivia had fallen to the side, her head on his shoulder. Their forearms were up on the armrest and they were holding hands.
“Can we do that again?” Nick heard her ask.
He turned his head and kissed the top of hers.