Sofie
That’s when the flight attendant walks in.
“Mr. Kennedy,” a saccharine female voice says from behind us.
My heart promptly lodges itself in my throat. I’m pretty much naked right now. A thong and a black lace bra are the only things separating me from a state of full and complete nudity.
And all that’s keeping the flight attendant from discovering that is Eli’s big, broad-shouldered frame between the flight attendant’s line of sight and my bare skin.
“Not now, Karen,” Eli growls impatiently into my hair as he pulls me tight against his chest.
“Oh,” Karen says disappointedly.
I guess she doesn’t have to see me to know that Elijah Kennedy has a guest on board—a guest he’s currently particularly busy with at the moment.
But she doesn’t leave, either. Which is, y’know, pretty awkward. Not that it stops Eli from running his hands up and down my back in a way that makes me want to absolutely purr.
“Well, Mr. Kennedy, it’s just—” Karen tries again.
“Karen,” Eli says, more frustrated than ever. “I’m in the middle of something here. Can it wait?”
“Uh…well, no,” Karen says. “It’s just, we’re ready for take-off. You and your, um…friend will need to strap in until we reach ten thousand feet.”
I press my face into Eli’s hard, gorgeous chest and suppress a groan. I’m more concerned with the foot-long erection currently pressing into my stomach, thanks.
“Thank you, Karen,” Eli says. “That will be all.”
I can feel her trying to crane her neck and get a look at me before she turns away.
“Well, safety first.” Eli laughs, momentarily defeated.
He takes my hand and leads me to the back of the bedroom area, where there’s a single plush black leather airplane seat. Eli sits in it then pats his lap expectantly.
“This doesn’t seem up to safety regulations,” I say with a sly smile as I look down at him.
Eli doesn’t say anything.
He just flashes me a lopsided grin and gets his cock out. All twelve thick, meaty inches, hard and gorgeous and squeezed tight in his fist.
“Compelling argument,” I admit.
I take a seat on his lap, and Eli nestles his cock between my thighs. The expensive fabric of his suit pants feels luxurious and warm beneath my ass. There’s only the thin fabric of my thong separating my wet pussy and Eli’s cock as he straps us in.
“Comfy?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
The seatbelt hugs me even tighter to his body. There’s no escaping my undeniable attraction to him now.
“You have no idea.” I arch against him with need just as the plane begins to accelerate down the runway.
I’ve flown twice before in my life—once on my way to the Big Apple for the first time right after I graduated high school, which was terrifying. Economy class doesn’t have a lot going for it normally. It’s even less fun when you’re a terrified eighteen-year-old whose only previous interaction with aviation has been seeing plane crash stories on the news.
The second time I flew, it was with Greg. First class is nothing to turn up your nose at, but the experience was pretty thoroughly ruined by Greg’s awful temper and shitty attitude. The flight attendant hadn’t meant to spill that champagne on him, after all.
A flight kind of sours when your traveling companion calls a woman something so nasty that she has to hide in the bathroom, sobbing, until we land.
But I guess when it comes to Sofie Carson and airplanes, in Eli’s own words, third time’s a charm.
Because as the plane lifts up off the runway, pushing my body even closer to Eli’s, I don’t feel nervous.
I’m not upset.
I’m excited. I’m ecstatic.
I’m fucking horny.
Strapped against Eli’s body with his gorgeous cock squeezed against my cunt and between my thighs. A girl could get used to traveling like this.
“Do you want it, Sofie?” Eli growls in my ear as the plane dips and my heart drops into my stomach.
“Yes,” I whisper.
It feels like every cell of my body is vibrating with anticipation as we rise in the air and Eli slips two fingers beneath my thong. They find my clit immediately. It’s slick with my honey, and he’s able to trap it between his fingertips, working it up and down in a way that makes my knees tremble.
“I can’t hear you,” Eli says, his hot tongue moving against my neck.
“Oh my god, yes,” I hiss a little louder.
His cock throbs against my cunt as he pushes my panties aside. I press my cunt against his thick man meat immediately and start to grind against it like I’m a cheap stripper and it’s my favorite pole.
“Mmm,” Eli moans against my shoulder. “That’s right, Sofie. Lube me up with that hot, sticky cunt of yours.”
I hump against it even harder. It’s not dignified. It’s not classy. But it feels so fucking good.
I’m so slick that even if I could position myself over Eli’s cock to take it inside me right now, I’m half afraid it would slip right back out. Instead, I focus on getting every one of those twelve perfect inches soaking wet with my pussy juice. Every time I grind against him, his cock presses harder against my clit.
Holy fuck, I’m going to come just humping Eli’s hard-on.
“Come on, baby,” Eli encourages me, apparently coming to the same conclusion. “Be a good girl now. Come for me.”
His hands move to my breasts, groping them and slipping them out of the cups of my bra. My nipples are hard enough to cut glass with. He pinches them, twisting and teasing mercilessly.
I hiss with pleasure. My chest is heaving.
I want this; I shouldn’t want it, but I do. If this was any other man, I’d feel pathetic. So desperate for an orgasm that I’m going to rub my clit against whatever I can get just so I can come.
But this is Eli. Eli’s lap that I’m currently bouncing up and down on. Eli’s insanely massive dick I’m rubbing against like an animal in heat.
He’s gorgeous. Wealthy. Powerful. Confident. He fucks me like a whore and treats me like a queen.
And he’s behind me the whole time, urging me to do it.
To come for him.
To give him my orgasm.
“Cream on me, beautiful. Make that pussy happy. You know you want it,” he rasps. “You need it. You deserve it. You’ve fucking earned it. So take it.”
“Aaah!” I cry out as the orgasm tears through my body like a jet plane through a cloud.
My breaths come in brief little gasps as my cunt clenches and twitches and throbs on Eli’s cock, my cream gushing out against him, my entire body wracked with pleasure.
With that, the plane levels out. I’m shaking as Eli unfastens the seat belt and pushes me to my knees.
“Good girl. Now suck it clean,” he commands.
My eyes are watering. My lip is trembling. But one look into his stormy gray eyes tells me that this isn’t an order I should disobey.
One look at his cock, huge and hard as ever and dripping with my honey, and I wouldn’t dream of doing any such thing.
I go down on him desperately. At first, I can only fit half of him in my mouth. Maybe even less. He’s too big and too thick for my mouth to handle—and I’ve been known to have a pretty big mouth.
But Sofie Carson is no quitter. He’s slick enough with my sweet, tangy cream that I know he’ll slide right down my tight, wet throat if I just put my mind to it.
In the meantime, I use my tongue, licking him while he thrusts the head of his cock against the back of my throat. Slurping up all of my honey and swallowing to lubricate my throat with it.
When I close my eyes, I can imagine it. Inch by inch, my throat swallowing him up, tightening as I choke around him. Masturbating his cock while I struggle and gag. Milking his perfect cock for his cum. Every last delicious drop.
And inch by inch, I take him.
“Fuck,” Eli pants. “Sofie.”
I take him all the way down my throat, until I can feel it bulging with his thickness.
“God—so good. So fucking good—”
I choke on him and instinctively pull up to free myself from his throbbing man meat, but Eli knows what he wants. What we both want.
He grabs my hair and forces my mouth down to his base, sending his cock thrusting as deep into my mouth as he can possibly get.
It’s fucking deep.
It’s so deep I can feel my eyes go crossed in surprise.
That’s when he starts to fuck my mouth.
I shouldn’t like this. Good Sofie would never let anyone use her mouth like it’s just another pussy. Not like this.
But Good Sofie, apparently, got left behind on the tarmac. Maybe, if we’re lucky, she got stowed away with the luggage.
Bad Sofie, on the other hand, has mascara streaming down her face and a cock so deep in her throat it’s practically in her stomach.
And Bad Sofie? She fucking loves it.
Eli growls, deep and animalistic, and I feel his balls tighten against my lips. He gives me seven short, hard thrusts. I can feel his balls pumping cum up through his cock with every one of them, directly into my belly.
When he pulls out, the last rope of his salty, creamy cum trails over my tongue. I lick it up eagerly like the slut I am.
Bad Sofie is a mega slut, after all. Totally and completely. The biggest slut there is.
And Eli agrees.
“God,” he breathes, resting his cock against my cheek. “You look so beautiful with your throat ruined, Sofie. Like a perfect whore.”
His dick is still huge, even though it has softened up a little bit now.
It’s a cock that big is heavier than I would have imagined. It rests against my face with a comfortable weightiness, like crawling into bed beneath a heavy comforter after a long day.
“Do you like whores, Eli?” I tease.
He grabs the base of his cock and pumps one last drop of his cum onto my forehead. It trails down the side of my face, warm. It leaves me smelling like him.
“I like you, Sofie.” Eli laughs. “If you’re a whore when you’re with me, though…I can’t exactly complain.”
Eli stands, tucking his cock back into his slacks.
“Aww.” I pout.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he says with a charming smile. “It’s a six-hour flight.”
He’s just offering me a hand up when I hear it.
Click. Click. Click.
Shit.
Karen.
“Mr. Kennedy,” the flight attendant’s voice calls out.
Eli puts his body between the doorway and me as Karen pops her head back in. I’m still on my knees, panties pushed aside, cunt dripping, tits popped out of my bra. She might not be able to see my face, I realize, but despite Eli’s polite efforts to provide me with some semblance of modesty…Well, I know how it looks.
And for once, it’s exactly what it looks like.
“Yes, Karen?” Eli doesn’t bother turning around. Instead, he grins down at me, winking.
That saucy bastard. He’s actually enjoying this. Teasing me. Putting me on display.
“Um…” Karen begins, and I know exactly what she’s thinking. Slut, slut, slut. At least with Eli blocking her view, she can’t see way my face is turning red. “I was just going to let you know that you’re free to make use of the cabin now.”
“And we have,” Eli says, loosening his tie.
That smug little smile on his lips makes me want to ride his face just to put his mouth to better use.
“Can I get you two, um, refreshments, or anything?”
“Hmm. What do you think, darling?”
It actually takes a moment for me to realize that he’s talking to me.
Darling. Oh my god. I could fucking melt.
“Frozen margaritas?” I say with a giggle.
He did promise me anything I wanted, after all. And with the way my face is burning and my heart is pounding right now, I could use something to cool me down.
“Lime, strawberry, or peach?” Karen asks.
Holy fuck. Talk about service. I can’t even choose.
“Why don’t you bring us two of each,” Eli suggests. “Say at… half-hour intervals.”
“Of course, Mr. Kennedy.”
“My goodness, Mr. Kennedy,” I coo, pressing my fingertips dramatically against my chest. I can feel my heart pounding beneath them, wrapped up in the thrill of sort-of-kind-of being caught. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk.”
“We’ll drink plenty of water,” Eli promises, taking my fingertips from my chest and raising them to his lips instead. “Although, who knows. I might like you drunk.”
“I get giggly,” I warn him.
“The horror,” he deadpans, helping me up.
And that’s how we end up out in the lounge area of Eli’s private jet, reclining on the plush cushions in front of the movie projector while the Midwest passes beneath us. Me in my lingerie, Eli in his tuxedo, sans jacket, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms and his tie undone.
He settles between my legs, reclining back against me as he hands me margarita no. 1. As my fingers wrap around the frosty stem of the glass and my legs wrap around his waist, I literally coo with delight.
“Mmm,” Eli hums with pleasure. He rests his head against my chest and looks up at me through dark eyelashes with his silver eyes. “I love the way you sound when you’re happy, Sofie. It makes pleasing you an incredibly rewarding experience.”
“You should please me more often then,” I say, even though I can’t believe I’m saying it.
“Maybe I’ll have to,” he says, easing his body against mine.
I run my fingers through his hair while we sip our margaritas and watch the back half of Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
It’s there, lit up by the black-and-white glow of Audrey Hepburn plucking a guitar on a fire escape, that I have to pinch myself again.
This is still Elijah Kennedy I have between my legs. I have to keep reminding myself of that.
Elijah Kennedy, political royalty.
Elijah Kennedy, PR director of the company I intern for.
Elijah Kennedy, owner of one very talented mouth.
I let the lime and tequila and salt and ice dissolve on my tongue while I take it all in—a private jet, Las Vegas, margaritas on demand, anything I want.
I didn’t grow up with any sense of entitlement. I had dreams, sure, but when I got into Columbia, I thought they’d all come true. I dreamed of having a good job, a liveable income, and a chance to help kids who grew up in the foster system like I did.
Maybe, somewhere down the line, a husband to love me and cherish me and help me raise those kids right.
I never dreamed of all this glitz and glamor. That seemed like something for other people. Something so totally beyond me.
But then Chloe sucked me into her crazy, high-class world, and now I’m having billionaire threesomes and sex fifteen thousand feet above the little town in Nebraska where I spent most of a pretty miserable childhood.
“What are you thinking about, Sofie?” Eli asks as behind us, the strawberry margaritas arrive.
It takes me a second to realize that he’s not watching the movie anymore. He’s watching me.
“You’ll laugh if I tell you.”
“I won’t. Scout’s honor.”
Eli rises and fetches our drinks. As I take a sip of mine, the sweetness of frozen strawberries and the pleasant burn of tequila floods my mouth.
I have to hand it to Karen. She makes a mean drink.
Normally, I wouldn’t admit to Eli what I’m about to tell him. But the alcohol gives me courage, and he makes me feel safe.
“I’m wondering if I deserve any of this,” I finally admit over the salted rim of my glass.
Eli laughs.
Liar.
“Sorry,” he says, kneeling down between my legs again. His breath is frosty and cold when he lowers it to my inner thigh. “That’s just the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“It’s not.” I pout, followed by a sharp intake of breath as Eli’s cold lips press higher up on the thin skin of my thigh. “This is all so much, Eli. It can be overwhelming sometimes.”
“Are you overwhelmed now?”
I stare down at him, quirking an eyebrow. He looks back up at me innocently.
“A little. Your face is practically buried in my cunt.”
Eli laughs again, nuzzling my pussy through the lace of my thong. He kisses it, then he blows another icy breath onto my pussy lips.
My clit, in an act of pure betrayal, throbs.
“Good,” he says, moving up my body. I take another sip of my margarita just to steady myself. His kisses are cold, but fuck. They make me burn anyway. “I want you overwhelmed.”
“It’s too much,” I complain, but even then, it sounds too half-hearted to be real.
“Perfect,” he says.
His lips travel up my stomach and to my ribcage. They linger at my breasts while his fingers unhook my bra. His cold tongue encircles my nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking so hard that I can’t help but moan.
“You deserve this,” he says, moving his lips to my neck.
I breathe out, hot and heavy.
“Every moment,” he says, kissing along my jaw.
My chest heaves with delight and longing and the thousand other little things Eli and his mouth can make me feel.
“Every pleasure,” he says, and then he conquers my lips.
I’m lucky I’m already laying down, because a kiss like that would literally knock me off my feet. Instead, Eli makes my toes curl as his fingers tease beneath my panties again, searching for—and finding—my wet, swollen clit.
“I want to pamper you, Sofie,” Eli professes, breaking our kiss. I lean forward with my lips, needy and hungry for more, and he rewards me with another smaller kiss. “I want to treat you like a goddess.”
Laid back in a pile of pillows, being kissed and fingered by a dashingly handsome billionaire, I can sufficiently say that I feel like one.
“I want to fuck you like a whore,” he continues, his voice dropping into a wolfish growl.
Oh, fuck. That makes my pussy gush and throb. I whimper, and he kisses me again.
“Do you know why that is, Sofie?” he asks.
I bite my lip and stare at him with desperate eyes.
I sit my margarita on the floor next to us, where it’s promptly forgotten.
I shake my head no.
He kisses me again.
“I’ll tell you why,” he says, trading his fingers for his thumb as he presses them into my cunt instead. “When I saw you at the auction, up there on the stage—”
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
“With your beautiful face and your gorgeous fucking body—”
“Oh my god.” I’m getting close, and if he keeps this up…
“Dressed like a goddamn tart in that tight little dress and still looking like the classiest woman in the entire building—”
“Eli,” I gasp. “Please…”
“Coming,” he adds. “Don’t think I didn’t notice. You weren’t even touching yourself, Sofie, but you were so turned on by all those rich men bidding for you that you were orgasming, right up there on the stage where anyone could see.”
Christ. I had hoped no one had realized.
No wonder I had four men maxing out their bids on me.
“You looked so fucking beautiful, Sofie. When you’re enjoying yourself, you absolutely fucking glow.”
Eli’s fingers press deeper into my cunt. I moan.
Am I glowing now, I wonder? Because if he keeps this up, he’s going to have an encore performance right here at his fingertips.
“I knew then and there that I wanted to be the one to make you look like that again. To make you laugh. To make you moan. To make you come—”
I can’t help it. I cry out. My pussy clenches around Eli’s thick, talented fingers, and my clit throbs hard against his thumb. There’s a moment of tension that feels like it might fucking kill me.
Then, release.
Sweet fucking release.
As I orgasm around Eli’s fingers, clutching at the cushions with my own, he tips his margarita over my shoulder and down my body.
I gasp in ecstasy as the icy crystals pour over my breasts and river down my stomach. The strawberry-pink liquid meets Eli’s mouth and suddenly, he’s licking it off me, like he’s getting drunk on my skin.
He laps it up hungrily, then he’s tearing my panties off of me. He pushes his honey-soaked fingers into my mouth. I suck on them like the slut I am while his cold lips claim my hot, engorged clit.
Eli goes down on me like he was fucking made for it. I always heard that PR men were good with their mouths. I just never imagined that anyone meant it like this.
It’s too much. I warned him, and he didn’t listen.
Pretty soon, I’m coming again.
My orgasms are building like a snowball rolled down winter ski slope. Like an orchestra crescendoing to a dramatic climax. Like a Star Wars movie where every time someone shoots a laser, it speeds up.
Eli’s licking my clit like it’s a melting popsicle, and I’m orgasming.
Eli’s tongue is sliding in and out of my cunt like he’s fucking me with it, and I’m orgasming.
Eli pulls me to my feet and shoves me against the screen of the projector. Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard are having a fight in the back seat of a taxi cab on the curves of my body while Eli forces my legs apart, bends me over, and buries his face in my cunt.
And I’m orgasming. I’ve lost count of how many there were. I’m not sure they’ll ever stop.
Eli lays me back down on the cushions, kissing me and rolling my clit beneath his thumb in slow, lazy circles. It’s so sensitive now that with every touch, my entire body seizes up.
I’m shaking like a kitten pulled out of a frozen lake. I’m whimpering into Eli’s lips. Exhausted. Spent.
And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
It’s then that I hear it.
Click. Click. Click.
But Eli is too busy making out with my neck to bother with decency as Karen returns with our third round of margaritas. I tilt my head in beautiful ecstasy, still coming against Eli’s thumb, as I lay eyes on our flight attendant for the first time.
Leave it to Eli to hire a supermodel to make sure his seatbelt is fastened and serve him drinks.
Karen’s beautiful lips fall open in a tiny oh as her gaze lingers on my naked body, cradled in Eli’s muscular arms, so wracked with orgasm that I’m more ragdoll than I am woman at this point.
I see a flash of something in her gorgeous eyes as she blatantly stares.
Jealousy, maybe?
No. Longing. I recognize it right away as she swallows hard and licks her lips.
Karen backs away like she can’t take her eyes off of us. I watch her go. Eli doesn’t even seem to have noticed.
He just keeps kissing me, over and over and over like that, until finally my body can’t take any more pleasure. Enveloped in his warmth, like a college freshman three beers deep at her first frat party, I gently drift off to sleep.
When I wake up, I’m still in Eli’s arms.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he croons, smiling down at me.
“It’s morning?” I say. My heart skips a beat. If I’ve slept through our entire Las Vegas date, I’m going to be crushed.
“Just a turn of phrase.” He laughs. “We’re just about to land. Come look.”
He helps me to my feet and leads me to a window. I kneel on the seat, naked and sticky and warm, with Eli’s hands on my hips as I look out and admire the view.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathe. On the horizon, I can see the bright flashing lights of the Las Vegas strip, brightening up the night with a dozen different colors, framed by a sky full of stars.
“It sure is,” Eli says.
It takes me a second to realize that he’s admiring me again instead of the view.
“You know,” he says, kissing my neck, “you’re still not an official member of the Mile High Club yet.”
“No?” I laugh. “I would have thought orgasming against Mickey Rooney in yellow face would have just about done it.”
“I’m afraid not.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“You’re right.”
I bite my lip in faux contemplation. But who am I kidding?
With a man this fine at my disposal, we can fuck the entire vacation away for all I care.
I arch against him, still so fucking wet from earlier. If anything, I’m even wetter. Napping in Eli’s arms must have given me dirty dreams.
“That’s my girl,” Eli says, squeezing me tight.
Then he pushes me up against the window and shoves his cock in my cunt.
I’ve had Eli inside me before. Hell, I’ve had various parts of him inside me all night. But that first time, it all happened so fast. So intensely.
And, of course, there were two other men there.
Now I have a chance to feel him. Really fucking feel him—the way he stretches me out, forces my tight little pussy to mold to the shape of his giant cock, makes me take all of him. Inch by inch by deliciously agonizing inch.
It feels fucking good.
It feels right.
And it’s not just the fucking. It’s not the way he makes me come—again—with my tits pressed up against the window of his luxury jet and the Vegas skyline sprawled out beneath us.
It’s not even the romance of it all. The way he can spoil me like no other man ever has. The fact that he’s totally willing to do so, whether it’s with his mouth or his cock or his wallet, no questions asked.
There’s actually something here, I realize, as Eli worships my body like a queen and takes me from behind like a whore. It’s something that I haven’t felt for a long time.
It’s something that I haven’t allowed myself to feel.
I’m actually falling for this man.
On the second date.
Like a virgin teenager who thinks she’s going to marry the first guy she kisses.
Hard, fast, and uncontrollably.
“Take it, Sofie,” Eli growls, thrusting deep into my hot, wet cunt. “Take my fucking cock.”
“Please,” I whimper. Please what? I don’t know.
I just want more.
“Beg me,” he growls, his teeth scraping against my shoulder. “Beg me for my cum.”
“Please!” I push back against him as he thrusts into me. Our bodies move perfectly together in time.
“Not good enough.” Eli’s hand wraps around my throat and gently squeezes.
My cunt goes fucking wild.
“Please! Please, please, please,” I beg.
“Fuck.” Eli smacks my ass. My palm presses up against the window. “More.”
“Give me your cum! I want it—I need it. I need it deep, deep inside of me—Oh god, Eli! Please! PLEASE!”
“It’s yours,” Eli says through his teeth, and then he moans.
It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever heard.
Eli fucks me wild, hard, and mercilessly as he empties his load as deep in my pussy as any man has ever been. I can feel rope after rope of his hot, sticky goodness coating my insides, flooding my cunt with his cream.
When he pulls out, I’m so fucking full of his cum that it’s dripping out of me. Right onto the expensive leather seat.
“Oh, man,” I say, watching every pearly drop leak out of my cunt and make a mess between my knees. “Karen’s gonna be pissed.”
“And we can’t have that, can we?” Eli jokes with a laugh.
“Absolutely not,” I say with conviction.
To rectify the situation, I take the liberty of lowering my tongue to aforementioned mess and licking it all up.
Bad Sofie might be a very bad girl, but hey, at least she’s courteous.
Eli watches me with ravenous interest as I lap up every spilled drop, roll it around in my mouth, show him the evidence, and then swallow it whole.
“Fuck, Sofie. Are you trying to get me hard again?”
“Me?” I say innocently, licking my lips and fluttering my eyelashes. “Never.”
“Saucy little minx.” Eli gathers me up into his arms, and I squeal as he kisses me wherever his lips may fall. “Let’s get you dressed. We’ll be landing soon.”
“I thought I would just wear this,” I say, gesturing to my naked body as he sets me back down.
“It’s an excellent look,” Eli admits. “You’ll have every high roller in the city eating out of your hand the second you set foot on the Strip.”
“Sounds messy.” I giggle. “You’d think they could afford plates.”
Eli assists me in tracking down my lingerie and little silver dress. He’s actually, genuinely boyfriend material, I realize, as he zips me back up.
“Eli,” I ask as we take our seats for landing. “The other guys…”
I probably shouldn’t be asking, I know. But I can’t help but wonder.
“Are just as smitten with you as I am,” Eli says, strapping himself in. “I just ensured that I’d get to you first.”
“You’re quick on the draw, cowboy.”
His gray eyes sparkle as he reaches across my lap and fastens my seat belt as well.
“In my industry, you have to be.”
“Do they know…”
“That I’ve whisked you away for the most fantastic first date in the history of romance?” Eli laughs. “No, I guess not. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they don’t try to up the ante when find out.”
“Honestly?” I’m afraid Oliver and Lucas are shit out of luck there. I can’t imagine anything more over-the-top than this.
“You should go if they ask,” Eli says. There’s something reassuring in his gaze that makes me feel like he really means it. “They’re great guys, Sofie. Any one of us would be lucky to have you.”
“I just…hope I make the right choice, I guess,” I say nervously.
Eli takes my hand and presses my fingers to his lips.
“No one’s making you choose, Sofie,” he reassures me as the plane dips down to enter Sin City. “Just enjoy yourself. That’s all any of us want.”
I grin at Eli, and he grins right back at me.
With the way the night has started, I can’t imagine doing anything but.