Tori curled in one of the big, cushy chairs on the private jet, legs drawn up to her chest and chin resting on her knee. Gazing out the window with a frown, she ignored her phone buzzing and jumping around on her tray table.

I thought things were okay with us, but maybe not.

Reaching over to silence her ringer, I snagged a piece of melon off the fruit plate that she hadn’t touched.

“You’re awfully quiet,” I noted as I leaned back, stretching my legs. “Something going on I don’t know about?” She continued to stare at the clouds. “Victoria?”

She turned to me, sunlight kissing her face and highlighting the dark shadows beneath her puffy eyes. “Sorry. What did you say?”

“I told the captain I wanted to reroute the plane to Fiji. You don’t have any objections, right?” She blinked at me, top teeth resting on the bottom lip she’d been abusing since she got back from her morning meeting with Taryn. “I’m just kidding. You want to tell me what’s got you so worked up?”

Unfurling her legs, she winced. “Nothing.”

Pushing out of her seat, she twisted her body and then tried to touch her toes, but only made it halfway down before hissing out a breath. A stab of guilt corkscrewed through my chest. It was easy to forget about Tori’s routine, to forego our nightly stretches, especially since I was usually consumed with thoughts of fucking her whenever she was on her back. Or on her stomach.

“Come on,” I said as I hauled to my feet. “Let’s get the kinks out.”

She raised a brow as I took her hand, leading her to the back of the plane. “Kinks?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” I said as I pushed open the door to the small bedroom. “I’m talking about stretching you.” A smile curved her lips. “Not that kind of stretching, dirty girl.”

Lifting her off the ground, I tossed her onto the thin mattress and her tits bounced in the most delicious way, leading me to believe she wasn’t wearing a bra. Which in turn had me thanking God for private jets since she’d never head out for a commercial flight in a holey T-shirt and tiny shorts.

But I loved her this way. Casual. Fuckable. No makeup, and all that raven hair twisted in a knot on top of her head.

“Grab a pillow,” I said and adjusted my semi-hard dick when she scrambled to do as I’d asked.

Her eyes found mine as I leaned over her, resting her ankle on my shoulder. “You’re tight,” I observed as I tipped forward just a little, trying to loosen her hips. Her cheeks flushed pink. “Your hamstrings, baby. Focus.”

Jesus … she’s inflexible today.

“Breathe,” I said, rubbing the outside of her thigh as I changed positions.

When we got to the butterfly maneuver, she tilted her pelvis, and with her legs spread wide and her eyes hooded, I knew what she wanted. And fuck … I wanted it too. But her body was so rigid, I thought she might snap.

Placing a hand on her stomach, I gently nudged her back against the mattress and kept on working.

The leg I wasn’t attending to slipped over mine, and she pulled me closer. “Logan.”

Ignoring her breathy tone and the steel rod straining against my zipper, I fixed my gaze on anything but the juncture of her thighs. “Just a few more.” Rather than slide my hands any closer to her center, I used my shoulder to apply gentle pressure to the spot inside her knee. She didn’t budge. “Victoria, come on. This is serious.”

Balling up her fists, she grunted, digging her knuckles into my pecs. “Move, Lo.”

Confused, I rose to my knees while she scooted to the top of the bed, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at me.

“What is it?” I asked.

That lip disappeared between her teeth once again. “You don’t want me? Is that it?”

Falling back onto my heels, I stared at her. My dick was so fucking hard, it was punching a hole through my denim, and she had the nerve to ask if I wanted her?

I thought about flipping her onto her stomach, slapping that ass, and burying myself so deep in her cunt she’d never ask a stupid question like that again.

But I couldn’t. Not if I wanted her to walk off this plane without assistance.

“What makes you say that?”

She scowled at me. An honest-to-goodness scowl straight out of our past. And fuck … now I was thinking about all the times before we were together when I’d wrapped my hand around my cock with her image in my head.

I crawled up until we were face-to-face. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to piss me off.”

She thought about it for a moment. “Well that’s fair, since you’re pissing me off.”

Her voice was huskier than usual with an edge that made my dick pulse with need.

“And why are you pissed off?” Pressing her lips together, she looked away. Yeah, no. Grasping her chin, I forced her gaze back to mine. “Answer me.”

If I were honest, I was only half listening. I wanted to see her eyes flash with fire. Watch those lips curl. And then imagine her focusing all that intensity on my cock when she swallowed me down.

“I’m not made of glass,” she spat. “It isn’t up to you to decide when I’m capable of fucking.”

“You’re not a hundred percent,” I bit out.

And maybe if my eyes weren’t on her lips, I would’ve seen the intent and been prepared when she gave me another shove. But I wasn’t, and she knocked me off balance with relative ease.

Grunting, my arm shot out and I caught her around the waist before her feet hit the floor. “You want to play?” I growled into her hair as I pulled her against me. “Say the word.”

“I did,” she shot back, clawing at my hand. “Now let me go.”

She didn’t want me to let her go. I was relatively certain. But my brain was too lust-filled to take any chances, so I said, “Think very carefully.” Grinding my denim clad shaft against her ass, I pulled her closer. “Do you really want me to let you go?”

“No.”

My hand snaked down, under her tiny shorts, and I pulled back the crotch of her panties. And … fuck … she was wet. So very wet. And warm. “You want me?”

Making Tori say it was a dick move. But then she wasn’t exactly on her best behavior either.

“Yes,” she spat.

Curving a hand around her throat, I whispered all my filthy intentions while I yanked down her shorts. After I pushed my jeans to my knees, Tori took over, kicking and squirming until the denim was a pool of fabric on the floor.

“You must really want to fuck,” I whispered, rolling her halfway onto her stomach.

She pushed back against me, craving the friction of my dick against her ass. Squeezing the firm globe, I waited until she groaned and then gave her a sharp smack.

She gasped. “Logan.”

In this position, I could just see her glistening cunt. Fisting my cock, I positioned myself at her entrance. “Promise me one thing,” I said, my breath ragged.

“What?”

I tightened my hold on her neck. “If I hurt you, you tell me.”

“I don’t mind a little pain.”

Fuck … fuck … fuck …

This girl.

“And I don’t mind giving you a little pain. But not that kind of pain.” I bit down hard on her earlobe. “Are we clear on that?”

“Yes … yes …”

With my free hand molded to her hip to lessen the impact, I buried myself in one punishing thrust. And I didn’t let up. I fucked her hard, my hand moving from her throat to her tit, where I pinched her nipple until she groaned and writhed. When her orgasm hit, she nearly dragged me down with her, but I held out until her body went still. And then I pulled out and, fisting my cock, rolled her fully onto her stomach so I could watch when I spilled my release onto her smooth skin.

With my balls drained and my head swimming, I pulled her against me. “Is that what you wanted?”

I prayed she’d say yes, because, truthfully, I had taken the game a little farther than I intended.

“Mmm-hmm …” she purred, rubbing her cheek against my arm.

Once I could feel my legs again, I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Let me get something to clean us up.”

Returning from the bathroom with a wet towel, I found her passed out on her stomach, clutching the pillow. I took her in, from her glorious mane of sex-tousled hair, to her ink, to the scar that ran from her front to back. And in the middle of it all, my cum, branding her. Claiming her.

She moaned when the warm cloth met her skin. After I’d finished, I scooted behind her, wrapping her in my arms.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice dreamy and thick with sleep.

“For what?”

Humming, she burrowed closer and kept the answer to herself.