The Billionaire's Forever by Ava Claire Read Free Book Online

me safety was the last thing on his mind.
    When he thrust into me, full hilt, it was the last thing on my mind too.
    God I loved this man. Nothing else had even been so sweet, so sexy. There was nowhere I’d rather be.
    The plane took another tumble, this one pronounced and my heart dropped as I held onto him for dear life. He filled me, every pore of me straining. He couldn’t even wait until we were on solid ground to have me and there was something incredibly erotic about that. But as the cabin rattled like we were being shook by God himself, I was afraid.
    “Jacob--“
    “Do you trust me?” He was still inside me, balls deep, pressing me against the door. He wasn’t even registering the fact that anything not nailed down was shaking.
    “Maybe we should--“
    “Do you trust me?”
    “Yes,” I said softly, without hesitation. I looked him straight on, letting out a sigh as he rolled his hips and pushed deeper inside me. “I trust you Jacob.”
    “Good.” He pulled himself from me slowly. Reluctantly. I figured we were on our way back out to the cabin, off to put our seat belts on before the attendant started yelling, asking if we were out of my mind. Instead, he swung me around and pushed me back onto the bed. I let out a gasp and gripped the sheets as the plane shuddered, making my teeth chatter.
    I opened my mouth, eyeing his beautiful, muscled physique and almost forgot everything but my desire until the plane jerked, reminding me that we were veering close to danger. I kept waiting to hear the pilot come on the intercom screeching, “Mayday! Mayday!”
    Jacob advanced onto the bed, eyes devouring me as he gripped me and pulled my body toward him. I wasn’t sure how he was keeping his balance and oblivious to everything but me, but I was having a serious psychological and physical debate. On one hand, even slight turbulence freaked me out and this far surpassed that. I felt like we were moments away from re-enacting the ‘Lost’ pilot. But physically I wanted him back inside me. My breathing was jagged. My skin felt electric. I was spread open and dripping for him.
    “What if--”
    “What if?” he cut in, muscles finally relaxing as he moved between my thighs, powerful features boring into me. “Then I want to have you one last time.”
    He pushed back inside me and I surrendered. The white flag was thrown. There was nothing but this feeling, this bliss. My fingernails raked down his back and his moans silenced everything else but this. We didn’t use words. He didn’t give commands. We just lost ourselves in each other like it was our last time.
    And then the plane was still. Smooth. Like the calm after the storm.
    The intercom above us blared to life.
    “Hello folks. We hit some choppy air, but I think we’re through the worst of it. Sorry for any inconvenience.”
    I looked at Jacob and saw a flash of worry that he hid away with a chuckle. “I knew we’d be fine.”
     

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    Nothing could have prepared me for the water.
    I’d seen pictures, movies set in the Caribbean. The water always seemed impossibly clear. Unattainably beautiful. Right outside of the small charter plane window turquoise colored water stretched as far as the eye could see. After the turbulence from the jet, I didn’t even mind the way the small plane trembled as the pilot steered us toward the landing strip on Mustique Island. I was too busy trying to wrap my mind around the fact that we were thousands of miles away from the city. From drama and all the things that kept me and Jacob apart. It was like a whole other world.
    I reached over and interlaced my fingers between Jacob’s and butterflies danced in my stomach when he winked at me before returning to the conversation on his cell. He was using his ‘Mr. Whitmore’ voice, the one he reserved for business and when he wanted things done his way--or else.
    I stepped off the plane, inhaling deep as I took in the island. Mustique Island was privately owned and