by Marie Force
Then he’s inside me, hammering into me while his fingers tightly grip my hips, holding me still for the wildest of wild rides. I come so hard I see stars, but still he doesn’t let up. When I installed this pedestal sink, I never could’ve imagined being fucked to within an inch of my life while bent over it. The thought has me squeaking out a giggle.
“What the hell is funny?” he asks, sounding so supremely British.
“I’m hoping I installed the sink properly.”
That draws a gasp of laughter from him, too, and he slows the pace ever so slightly. His arms wrap tight around my body and his teeth clamp down on my earlobe. I had no idea until that very second that my earlobe is wired to my clit.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers gruffly. “I want to spend my entire life inside you.”
If there have ever been sexier words uttered in the history of mankind, I’d like to know what they are. Certainly no such words have ever been said to me. I grasp his hand that’s flat against my breast and hold on for dear life as he drives into me again and again. I can hear Randy barking, but I can’t be bothered to do anything about it. Until I hear my dad’s voice and freeze.
“No, no, no,” Jasper whispers, echoing my panic. He withdraws from me so suddenly I nearly fall over. Only his arms around my middle keep me upright. I push down my skirt, adjust my panties and run my fingers through my hair before I call to Dad. “Be right out!”
“Take your time.”
Jasper grimaces as he tries to zip his pants over a huge erection. “This is not happening.”
I cover my mouth to contain my laughter.
His scowl only makes the need to laugh even worse.
“Do I look awful?” I ask, whispering.
“You look beautiful and very well fucked, if I do say so myself.”
“Stop!” The thought of my father overhearing such a comment makes me break into a sweat. “Stay here. He’ll be gone in a minute.”
“No choice but to stay put.”
I glance down at the “problem” in his pants.
“You looking at it doesn’t help,” he says between gritted teeth.
I choke back another laugh, and, as if my father didn’t just nearly catch me having sex, I go breezing into the living room where Dad is sitting next to Randy on the sofa. Randy, that traitor, has his head in Dad’s lap and is enjoying a thorough ear scratching. “Sorry! Just got out of the shower.” I hope that might explain my red face.
“No problem,” Dad says, thankfully keeping his attention on Randy and not me. “This trip came up awfully sudden.”
“I know! They need me to look at a property in England before they can decide on a location shoot. I’ll be back tomorrow. Flynn agreed to take the hoodlums for me until I can get there.”
“He told me.” Dad continues to stroke Randy, who’s totally blissed out. “He hadn’t heard you were leaving town, though.”
“Oh, well, it was something for Jasper and Kristian. I don’t think Flynn is involved in this one.” Why am I lying? Why don’t I just tell him the truth? Because I’m not ready to go public with our news, even if my dad isn’t exactly “public.” I want Jasper to have his situation resolved before I tell my family about us.
And, selfishly, I want to keep what’s happening with Jasper between us for a little while longer. It’s so new and exciting, and I like that no one knows. For now, it only belongs to us. As soon as we tell someone, it’s not just ours anymore. I’m sure Hayden and Addie have their suspicions after last night, but that’s all they are—suspicions. They don’t know anything for certain.
I make a big show out of checking my watch. “Oh damn! I’ve got to go! Plane to catch.”
“You need a ride to the airport?”
“No, I’m good. Jasper is picking me up. He’s going with me.”
“I thought I saw his new car out front,” he says as he stands. “Come on, Randolph. Let’s go see what Grammy is up to.” Dad stops to kiss my cheek, which has to be the deepest shade of scarlet ever invented. “Have a safe trip, honey. Send us a text to let us know you got there okay.”
“Oh, um, yes, I will! Thanks for having Randy.”
“Any time. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Dad calls for Randy, and he trots along behind him, with nary a look back at his mortified mommy. I sense Jasper behind me before I feel him press up against me. “Shoot me right now,” I groan. “Please, just make it fast and painless.”
“Only if I can go with you, darling.”
“How did I think I would get away with that? He raised four kids. He knows everything!”
“Do you think he heard us having a hump? If he did, I’m never showing my face at your parents’ home again.”
I turn to face him. “Having a hump? Is that what we were doing?”
“That’s most definitely what we were doing, and only one of us got to finish—twice. I’d say that puts you deep in debt, my love. How ever shall I collect my payment?”
“So this means you’re over my dad possibly catching us ‘having a hump’?”
He caresses my cheek with his finger. “I’ll be over it the minute my cock bumps up against the back of your throat on the plane.”
I’m buckled into my seat on the private jet, and we’ve just taken off from Burbank for our twelve-hour flight to London. Normally, I take something to knock me out on long flights, but I want to be alert for this one. I still can’t believe what he said to me before we left my house. Picturing myself on my knees, his cock in my mouth bumping up against my throat makes me hot for more of what we were doing before my father showed up.
Never before has the thought of giving a man a blow job turned me on, but I can’t wait to see if Jasper follows through on his “threat.”
A chime dings, and the pilot lets us know we’ve reached our cruising altitude. We’re free to move around the cabin, but he recommends keeping our seat belts on when we’re seated.
“I want you to go into the bedroom. Get naked. Stretch out on the bed with your arms over your head and your eyes closed. Your legs should be spread as far apart as you can get them. I’ll be in shortly. Any questions?”
Remember that accent I’ve told you about a time or two? Yeah, well… I’ll have to ask him if he would mind recording what he just said so I can listen to it on playback every day for the rest of my life. In addition to my reaction to how he said it, I’m so stunned by what he said, I can barely breathe, let alone speak. He honestly expects me to do all that just because he told me to?
A quick glance at his unyielding expression tells me he does, in fact, expect me to follow his instructions.
“The choice is always yours,” he reminds me, his tone softer, more conciliatory. “Say the word.”
He’s referring to the word “baby” that we agreed upon last night. It occurs to me that I’d be a baby if I used it before I know what he has planned. His orders alone have me so turned on I can’t see straight. I release the clasp on my seat belt and get up slowly, testing my legs to ensure they’ll hold me up before I begin moving toward the back of the plane where the bedroom is located.
This is utter decadence. Flying on a private jet with a sexy man who wants to dominate me at thirty-five thousand feet. How has this become my life? Only a few weeks ago, my idea of an exciting evening might’ve been a run on the boardwalk with Randy, followed by a movie in bed with him snuggled up to me. As much as I love Randy, and I love him irrationally, this is a whole other level of excitement.
I’m so excited, in fact, that my hands are shaking as I freshen up in the tiny bathroom before removing my dress. The cool air pumping through the plane’s vents feels extra chilled against my heated skin as I step into the bedroom completely naked.
I stretch out on the bed, arms over my head, eyes closed, legs spread. My muscles are trembling from anticipation and desire and a kind of elation I’ve never experienced before. How long will he make me wait? What will he do to me? How
will it feel? Will I be scared?
No. I won’t be scared. Not with Jasper. I can’t conceive of doing something like this with anyone but him. I trust him completely, and that trust frees me to enjoy whatever is about to happen.
Will we make a baby on this plane? Did we already make a baby last night? How soon can I find out? I need to ask Dr. Breslow about that.
What transpires in the cabin of that airplane can only be called life changing. He’s showing me a side of myself that I never knew existed, and I love everything we do together.
“Was it good for you, too?” I ask him as I wrap my hand around his hard cock.
His eyes, which had closed while I stroked him, pop open, his gaze locking on mine. “Do you honestly have to ask?”
“I guess I do.”
“Darling… My sweet, sexy Ellie… Nothing has ever been better for me than being completely myself with you.”
“I always want you to be yourself with me.”
“You have no idea what an amazing, incredible gift that is to me. Not every woman would be strong enough to give herself over to me the way you just did.”
“I liked giving myself over to you. I was a little scared at the beginning, but I kept reminding myself that I was with you and that you’d keep me safe.”
“I’ll always keep you safe, my love. You can count on that.”
“I’m starting to believe I can.”
“Believe it. Now that I have you in my arms and in my bed, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I still can’t believe you wanted me and never said so.”
“And how would I have gone about saying so? At work? In the midst of our group of friends?”
“You could’ve called me.”
“Like on the phone? Do people still do that?”
I laugh at his scandalized expression. “I think some people do.”
“You want to know the truth, darling?”
“Always.”
“I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure you’d want me the way I wanted you, and because of who you are to me, who your brother is to me and who your family is to me, I didn’t want to risk making things awkward between us if you didn’t feel the same way I do. We spend too much time together to take that risk.”
I drag a finger through his chest hair, loving the soft texture and the moan that escapes from him when I touch his nipple. “I’m sorry you never said anything.”
He draws me in closer, kissing the top of my head. “Trust me, so am I.”
“I’d listen to you in meetings at work or when you tell a funny story when we’re all together somewhere. Afterward, I wouldn’t be able to tell you what you said. I was so dazzled by how you said it. I’d fantasize about being in bed with you while you said filthy things to me in that beautiful voice.”
He slides his leg between mine, the friction of his hairy leg against my skin electrifying. “I wish I’d known you had those thoughts. I could’ve been saying filthy things to you for years now.”
“We might not have been ready before now.”
“Probably not.”
“Are you nervous about seeing your father?”
“I’m more resigned than nervous. It’s way past time that I dealt with this situation once and for all.”
“What do you think he’ll say?”
“He’ll be bloody furious. He’ll rant about me shirking my obligations. The usual tirade. But I’m not backing down.” He tightens his arms around me. “This is what I want. My life in LA is what I want. I’m never going back to London, and it’s time he knew that.”
“I’m so proud of you for standing up for what you want, Jasper.”
“That means so much to me, love. I should’ve done it years ago, but you’ve given me the best reason I’ve ever had, not to mention the courage I’ve lacked.”
“How can you say you’ve lacked courage? You stood up to him at eighteen and fought to attend the school of your choice, to pursue the career of your choice. That took incredible courage—and balls.”
“I guess, but what does it say about me that I’ve let him cast a shadow over my entire life by making it clear that I’m expected to step up when the time comes? I swear his latest daredevil stage is all about making me sweat. Every time he climbs a mountain or goes off on some quest for a record in an experimental aircraft, he knows I’m holding my breath the whole time. I bet he fucking loves that, the sadistic bastard.”
“After this, you never have to see him again if you don’t want to.”
“I definitely don’t want to, and he’s not going to want to see me either.”
“I’m sorry you’ve had such a difficult relationship with your father. It makes me feel extra lucky to have had Max Godfrey as my dad.”
“You’re so lucky. He’s the best dad I know.”
“You’re going to be a wonderful father, too.”
“I hope so. I have no earthly idea how to do it.”
“You know how not to do it. That’s a good place to start.”
“I suppose that’s true.”
“Try not to worry too much,” I whisper when I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. “No matter what happens, I’ll be right here to help you through it.”
“That means everything to me, darling.”
We arrive at Heathrow late in the morning local time. A car service whisks us into town, where I’ve booked a room at Claridge’s, located in the exclusive Mayfair neighborhood and a short walk to my father’s office. We worked extra hard on the baby-making project on the flight, and other than a few catnaps, we haven’t slept.
I can’t wait to get my business done so I can get back to her and pick up where we left off on the plane. She’s yawning continuously by the time we reach our room. I help her out of her clothes, tuck her into bed and sit next to her, gazing down at her lovely face and drawing energy from the adoring way in which she looks at me.
“Get some rest, darling. I’ll take you to afternoon tea when I return. You’ll love it.”
She takes hold of my hand. “I love you, and I’m so proud of you for fighting for your freedom. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back.”
“I have no words to tell you what that means to me. And PS, I love you, too. I can’t wait to have everything with you.”
She reaches for me, drawing me into a sensual kiss that immediately fires me up. I’m amazed that J.T. has any gas left in his tank after the fuck-fest on the plane, but he is a resilient bugger. I reluctantly withdraw from the kiss. There’s nothing I’d rather do than dive into bed with her and pick up where we left off. But I can’t procrastinate on this errand from hell. My appointment is at noon, and Nathan has given me exactly fifteen minutes with His Grace. I hope it takes less than five minutes to conduct our business.
“I’ll be back soon.” I kiss Ellie one more time and pull the covers over her shoulders. I have to force myself to leave her, to take the lift to the lobby, to walk out of the hotel when everything in me wants to go running back to her and avoid this confrontation nearly twenty years in the making. The thought of seeing my father makes me feel sick in the gut and the heart that he has broken too many times to count. I swear to God that no child of mine will ever feel that way about me. I wouldn’t be able to bear it.
My father’s London office hasn’t changed much in the nearly two decades since I was last here. It’s a huge blue glass spire that juts into the sky like a rocket ship, which was his intent when he designed the monstrosity that was completed the year I was born. He wanted the world to know that Kingsley Enterprises was heading in one direction and one direction only. My father sits atop his kingdom in the building’s penthouse suite that includes a luxury apartment where he spends most of his time these days.
My parents have never had what I would call a traditional marriage. How could they when his primary goal in life is adding to the family fortune and keeping up the family traditions? Where is there room amidst all that ambition for a wife or family? My mu
m spends most of her time in Cornwall, far from the hustle and bustle of my father’s life in London. She says she’s happy there, but I have my doubts.
My father waxes poetic in the media about his love for her, but I’d be surprised if he spends even two months a year with her. I suspect she’d love to be free to pursue the kind of relationship she reads about in her romance novels, but he’d never let her go. Divorce smacks of failure, a word that isn’t in Henry Kingsley’s vocabulary. Despite the fact that he leaves her alone for long periods of time, if he has a weak spot, it’s her. My sisters and I agree that he has an odd way of showing his love for her.
Their kind of marriage would never work for me. After I take care of things with my father, I’ll ask Ellie to marry me. We’re going to do this the right way, with a big white wedding followed by as many babies as she wants to have, none of them burdened by an inheritance they never signed on for. I’m counting the seconds until I can get back to her and start our life together, free from the encumbrances that have weighted me down from the day I was born.
Nathan, my father’s longtime assistant and majordomo, meets me as I step off the elevator on the thirtieth floor of the Kingsley building. I contacted the man I’ve known all my life to arrange the meeting. If he was surprised to hear from me, he never said so. Nathan is everything to my father that I am not—faithful, devoted, available. I have often joked to my sisters that Nathan is the son my father never had.
With his perfectly groomed dark hair and intense eyes, Nathan is the picture of British elegance in a gray bespoke suit that fits his trim frame like a glove. He shakes my hand. “It’s nice to see you, Jasper. You’re looking well.”
“Likewise.” Beyond a starched dress shirt and perfectly pressed pants, I haven’t dressed for this meeting, which I know will irritate my father. However, in light of what I’ve come to say, I expect that my lack of a jacket and tie will be the least of his concerns.
“Things seem to be going well for you in Hollywood,” Nathan says with typical understatement.
“You could say that.” Most people would agree that winning the Oscar, the Golden Globe and the BAFTA in the same year counts for much more than doing “well” in my career. However, the people in my father’s world don’t think like “most people.” I’m at the top of my game, and Nathan knows it. So does my father. I’m as good at my chosen career as he is at his, and that must chap his arse more than any of the many other things I’ve done to enrage him, such as live my own life. “Does he know I’m coming?”