‘Good girl, good girl…’

Liam’s words echoed in my head, keeping my body in a constant state of arousal. All I could do was cross and uncross my legs over and over again to try to keep from losing my ever lovin’ mind. What had he done to me? There was something about the way he talked to me, like he knew exactly what I was thinking and wanted, the way he touched me with such gentle and yet totally firm confidence, the way he whispered those two words in my ear….’good girl, good girl’….goddammit, I’d never been left yearning for anyone so intensely after fucking them all night.

He was the most dynamic lover I’d ever had, and that was saying a lot. I’d been around the block a time or two myself, with a variety of men that I’d slept with along the way.

Nobody had been like Liam.

He had charm, charisma, and heaping amounts of sex appeal that could peel the panties off any woman. My body was reacting to him so strongly, it was unnerving. At any given moment, I wanted to jump back on his cock and run away from him in horror all at the same time. I was terrified. If he could incite such a reaction from my body, I knew my heart would be following not far behind.

And that was, without a doubt, a very bad idea.

My pussy disagreed strongly.

Sitting in the limo with everyone on the way to the airport, I was sure everyone could see how turned on I was. I was sure the fact that I had been fucking Liam all night was written all over my face. My nipples, like hard pebbles under my blouse, weren’t doing anything to hide the fact that I was buzzing with desire.

So much for being a professional, I thought. Professionalism had dropped out of sight with my resistance. So far, I’d learned a lot about Liam, but most of it I couldn’t use. I certainly couldn’t use the story about Ally, or the kids at the hospital, and I certainly couldn’t write about the immensely skilled cock that I had gotten to know so well already.

If I was going to have any chance at writing a good story, I’d have to dig a little deeper.

I looked over at Liam and smiled.

I wonder what else he’s hiding under that arrogant playboy exterior, I thought. I knew one thing, it was going to be a fuckin’ blast figuring it out.

I crossed my legs tightly, trying to keep the yearning at bay.

At least until I could get him alone again.

***

The plane was beyond luxurious. I tried to conceal my excitement, mirroring every one else’s nonchalant attitude as we boarded the plane. I wanted to run around the huge cabin, open every cabinet and door, check out every room. But Liam and Ian just plopped down in the huge, low-slung white leather chairs, and everyone else followed suit, as if riding on a private plane was something they did every day.

Not wanting to make a fool of myself, I sat down, too, craning my neck to see every inch of the beautiful interior of the huge plane. Behind the chairs we were sitting in, custom white leather, curved couches hugged the edges of the mirrored room, and a carved wooden bar sat in the corner. Liam pushed a button on the wall next to his seat, and a huge television screen descended from the ceiling. He pushed another button and it turned on. He began flipping through the channels quickly.

The staff was attentive and cooly professional, serving drinks and food as soon as the plane was in the air, which happened quickly and without much fanfare at all. I gripped the edge of my chair nervously, which I always did during takeoff. Once we were up in the air, though, I forgot all about the danger, and focused on my drink and the amazing surroundings.

Liam sat across from me, drinking whiskey straight, and staring at me. His gaze, instead of making me uncomfortable, only made me wish we were alone in this huge plane. He’d mentioned having sex on the plane earlier, but I had no idea how that was going to happen with everyone else around. Knowing Liam, though, I was sure he had a plan.

Ian and Rhone watched the screen together, trying to decide on a movie to watch. Every one around me began snickering and laughing when Russell Brand’s face flashed on the screen.

“Oh, fuck off, all of you,” Liam said, shaking his head and gesturing to the flight attendant for more liquor.

“What’s everyone laughing at?” I asked.

“Don’t you see it?” Ian asked, a smile spreading across his face for the first time since I’d seen him this morning.

“See what?”

“The resemblance?”

“Piss off, Ian!” Liam said again. “Don’t listen to his rubbish, Catherine!”

“I think Liam looks just like Russell Brand, don’t you?” Ian asked.

“Oh!” I replied, looking over at Liam and squinting my eyes. I could tell he wasn’t pleased with the comparison. “I don’t know…”

“The hair, the jaw, the same arrogant attitude,” Ian continued. “He’s a dead ringer for him.”

“That buffoon is a mouthy, cheeky, pirate-looking bastard, and he is nothing like me, you twat!” Liam said, his eyes flashing in anger.

I suppressed my laughter at his obvious frustration. He did look a little bit like him, but he was much sexier, much more charming, and ten times more attractive.

“Whatever, brother,” Ian said. “We’ll stop embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend.”

Heat rose to my cheeks immediately, and I looked down at my feet. I was appalled and embarrassed and completely speechless. Liam, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be bothered by the suggestion at all.

“You didn’t embarrass me, you prick,” he replied, completely ignoring the fact that Ian had just called me his girlfriend. For fuck’s sake, I thought. If there was anything to protest, that would be it. Instead, he didn’t even acknowledge it.

What the hell did that mean?

I took a sip of my juice and dug into my breakfast. Liam was the only one not eating, with just a glass of whiskey for breakfast. My stomach churned at that thought, and I was suddenly incredibly grateful for the eggs, pancakes and fruit in front of me.

After I was finished eating and the flight attendant had cleared my plate away, Liam stood up and grabbed my hand.

“C’mon, luv, I’ll give you a tour,” he said, flashing a private wink at me. I smiled knowingly and followed him to the back of the plane, my pussy quivering in anticipation of joining the mile high club.

Scratch one more item off the bucket list, I thought. Wait, make that two.

Fucking a rock star wasn’t something I’d always fantasized about but now that it’s happened, I realize it should have been there all along.