the overhead compartments, and every click felt like I was ticking closer to my doom. “This is weird, talking about it. Logan and I . . . he’s your friend.”
Dominic’s face twisted almost into a grimace. “Yeah, I try not to think about that part. Mostly the stuff before he got involved.”
The buzz and fear made my brain sluggish. “You think about me and Evie together?” Despite everything, I kind of laughed. “She’s going to be your best friend’s wife.”
“Sorry, the idea of you with another woman? Way too hot not to think about.”
“It was hot.” Desire pooled in his eyes. Oh my god, maybe I could run with this distraction. I leaned into him, my lips close to his neck. “I don’t know which I liked better, fucking her with my fingers, or with my tongue.”
He exhaled loudly and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“She was dripping wet for me. Her pussy was so warm and soft, and she made these little whimpers when I was going down on her. She screams when she comes.”
He clasped his hands in his lap, so obviously hiding his response. “Fuck, don’t tell me any more right now.”
Right now. Because he wouldn’t mind hearing more later. “You said you wanted to help me.”
“And you find tormenting me helpful?” His dark, annoyed tone was sexy.
“I do. I like watching you like this.”
“Like what?”
I searched for the word, and found it. “Frustrated.”
The aqua shifted into a stormy blue and his jaw set. “I’m going to teach you a lesson when we get to my place.”
I scoffed. “A lesson?”
“Yeah, a lesson in frustration. I’ll teach you all about it, Payton.”
This time it was me who exhaled loudly. He’d gone a year without sex. I might be about to endure a lesson from a master.
Dominic let me dig into his backstory while we rocketed down the runway and sailed into the air. He went to the University of Wisconsin and was Logan’s roommate freshman year. The girl Dominic had dated and who cheated on him, her name was Brook, and they’d met at work his second year at Chase Sports, the massive sports apparel company he still worked for.
He painted a picture of a person sort of like me. Even though he’d done everything to follow a normal life plan—college, a nine-to-five, a steady relationship—he drifted and was restless. Unlike him, I’d embraced my wild side, believing that would solve my restlessness, but I realized working at the club was just a distraction. A temporary fix. Something else was the problem, or missing.
Soon after the fasten seatbelt light went off, the Asian man across the aisle from Dominic was clearly having difficulty getting his monitor to work – I didn’t think he realized it was a touch-screen because he kept hitting the buttons on the armrest.
“ Osoreirimasu,” Dominic said. Then showed the man by leaning over and tapping his screen. I’m not sure which one of us was more surprised, the man or me, to hear Japanese come from Dominic’s mouth. The man nodded a thank you.
“What?” Dominic seemed puzzled by my reaction.
Obviously he spoke Japanese. I just hadn’t thought about it. “It caught me off guard, that’s all.” And the language was a weird fit on him. “How much Japanese do you know?”
“I’m not too bad. It’s hard to learn, but I’ve been studying it for a few years now. You speak any other languages?”
“Nope. I only learned a few phrases in Dutch while I was in Amsterdam. Everyone speaks English there.”
We lapsed into silence, and now that I was calm, I guessed Dominic wanted to try to scratch the surface of Payton McCreary again.
“You never answered my question about how you started working at the club.”
“I hit on Joseph one night when I was out with friends. He recruited me.”
“Joseph. Your . . . manager.”
I nodded and picked at my nails. I knew what he wanted. An explanation about why I was the way I was, but how could I give him one when deep down I had no fucking
Dominic’s face twisted almost into a grimace. “Yeah, I try not to think about that part. Mostly the stuff before he got involved.”
The buzz and fear made my brain sluggish. “You think about me and Evie together?” Despite everything, I kind of laughed. “She’s going to be your best friend’s wife.”
“Sorry, the idea of you with another woman? Way too hot not to think about.”
“It was hot.” Desire pooled in his eyes. Oh my god, maybe I could run with this distraction. I leaned into him, my lips close to his neck. “I don’t know which I liked better, fucking her with my fingers, or with my tongue.”
He exhaled loudly and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“She was dripping wet for me. Her pussy was so warm and soft, and she made these little whimpers when I was going down on her. She screams when she comes.”
He clasped his hands in his lap, so obviously hiding his response. “Fuck, don’t tell me any more right now.”
Right now. Because he wouldn’t mind hearing more later. “You said you wanted to help me.”
“And you find tormenting me helpful?” His dark, annoyed tone was sexy.
“I do. I like watching you like this.”
“Like what?”
I searched for the word, and found it. “Frustrated.”
The aqua shifted into a stormy blue and his jaw set. “I’m going to teach you a lesson when we get to my place.”
I scoffed. “A lesson?”
“Yeah, a lesson in frustration. I’ll teach you all about it, Payton.”
This time it was me who exhaled loudly. He’d gone a year without sex. I might be about to endure a lesson from a master.
Dominic let me dig into his backstory while we rocketed down the runway and sailed into the air. He went to the University of Wisconsin and was Logan’s roommate freshman year. The girl Dominic had dated and who cheated on him, her name was Brook, and they’d met at work his second year at Chase Sports, the massive sports apparel company he still worked for.
He painted a picture of a person sort of like me. Even though he’d done everything to follow a normal life plan—college, a nine-to-five, a steady relationship—he drifted and was restless. Unlike him, I’d embraced my wild side, believing that would solve my restlessness, but I realized working at the club was just a distraction. A temporary fix. Something else was the problem, or missing.
Soon after the fasten seatbelt light went off, the Asian man across the aisle from Dominic was clearly having difficulty getting his monitor to work – I didn’t think he realized it was a touch-screen because he kept hitting the buttons on the armrest.
“ Osoreirimasu,” Dominic said. Then showed the man by leaning over and tapping his screen. I’m not sure which one of us was more surprised, the man or me, to hear Japanese come from Dominic’s mouth. The man nodded a thank you.
“What?” Dominic seemed puzzled by my reaction.
Obviously he spoke Japanese. I just hadn’t thought about it. “It caught me off guard, that’s all.” And the language was a weird fit on him. “How much Japanese do you know?”
“I’m not too bad. It’s hard to learn, but I’ve been studying it for a few years now. You speak any other languages?”
“Nope. I only learned a few phrases in Dutch while I was in Amsterdam. Everyone speaks English there.”
We lapsed into silence, and now that I was calm, I guessed Dominic wanted to try to scratch the surface of Payton McCreary again.
“You never answered my question about how you started working at the club.”
“I hit on Joseph one night when I was out with friends. He recruited me.”
“Joseph. Your . . . manager.”
I nodded and picked at my nails. I knew what he wanted. An explanation about why I was the way I was, but how could I give him one when deep down I had no fucking
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