Confidence filled her voice. “I would’ve handled it.”
“And you think I’m the only one with the ego problem on this plane?”
“I’m rational with my ego.”
“You’re not.” I closed the distance between us.
She backed away.
“The lights are on now, mysh. You can’t run away.”
“Luckily, I don’t want to.”
“You just want to choke your boyfriend?”
She blinked.
What made her so uncomfortable? Was it the fact that I had her cornered as I towered over her? Or was it because I’d said I was her boyfriend? How odd was it even for me to say it on my lips. But it was the truth and I wouldn’t run away from it.
Next, she’ll have me giving her my last name. How would that sound...Emily Solonik? Is she ready? Am I?
She lowered her gaze to my bare chest. “Sometimes I still think we’re moving too fast.”
“And sometimes I feel we’re not moving fast enough.”
She ducked under my arm.
I caught her and brought that small body back to me. “We’re not done talking.”
“We’re not?” She eyed me. “I’ve already taught you my lesson.”
“I learned nothing. I already knew you could handle yourself in a fight.”
“I’m not just going to France to eat good food. I’ll have my eyes open.”
“Fine. There won’t be anything for you to see besides me, and I’ll need all of your attention.”
“And if there’s more to deal with, then I’m—”
“You forget who you’re with.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You’re stubborn.”
“Really, Kaz? Well then, like attracts like.”
“There won’t be any need for you to keep your ears or eyes open in Paris. It’s the city of love, not war.”
She let out a long breath. “Am I worrying for no reason?”
“Yes. Nothing can go against us.”
“And if you’re wrong?”
“Then, I’ll destroy France and any other country causing us harm.”
“We’ll see.”
“We will.”
“Will we?” She rose and kissed me.
Again, Emily’s lips overtook me harder and faster than any attack, taking my breath away and stunning my heart. Along with salt and sweetness, there was nothing but mischief on her tongue. I tried to suck it away, but it was impossible. My mouse would always be a clever creature keeping me on my toes.
Only you.
She pulled away, and then I carried her back into the master suite.
Chapter 10
Emily
Did I show him?
I doubted it.
A wicked smirk covered his face as he carried me into the plane’s master suite.
He learned nothing. If anything, he’ll probably guard me more.
Long ago, he’d decided I was his to protect. Secretly, that felt good. It eased my fears. I felt bad for anyone that dared to come between us.
Why am I even worried about enemies? Why am I so focused on more war?
My gut said keep stressing. My heart argued to let go.
Up in the sky, the rest of the world didn't exist. Nothing could stop us up here. Back on the ground, it would be the same. No enemy would matter. Nothing ever would, not with the way Kazimir loved me.
How did I get him on the floor?
Kaz was a mountain of a man after all.
It was luck.
For the rest of the flight, we had champagne and chocolate strawberries. Between bites, somehow, Kazimir’s thick cock slipped between my lips.
I sucked his cock with the taste of champagne in my mouth, and he poured more down his length as I licked and lapped, splashing a little at my lips until I didn’t know if I was drinking the champagne or him.
“Goddamn it.” His cock bust hot and thick into my mouth. “Take it all.”
Towering over me, he shook more champagne on his cock.
“Mmm.” I sucked the sweet liquid up as I moved my mouth, greedy for more. Stiff, it jerked. I reached up, wrapped my hand around the base, and lapped at the tip.
Kaz moaned and then come hit my tongue. I swallowed, taking him in. Champagne dripped down my chin. The bottle shook in one hand as he wielded his cock in the other. “Damn you, mysh.”
“You love it.” It turned me on knowing how I could make him lose control.
He pulled his cock away. My sex throbbed. I’d done this to him. He wanted me so badly, his cock dripped for my mouth and my sex began to throb.
Minutes later, we changed, and the plane landed in Paris. We walked off. The pilot and staff waved goodbye as we left.
As we headed to the limo, I licked my lips and could still taste him on my tongue. Kaz’s flavor branded my mouth. But then, he’d already branded my heart and seeped into my skin. There would be no getting free of him. Even crazier, I didn’t know who I was anymore.
Is this what falling in love is?
Disrupting my thoughts, Kazimir took my hand and led me to an orange Bugatti parked on the airport’s private sector runway.
“And I promise to take my time and keep everything simple.”
I shook my head.
Clearly, we both have different definitions of the word “simple.”
Kazimir squeezed my hand. “Impressed?”
“I’ve been impressed since I’ve met you.”
“I figured we needed something else besides a limo.”
“Why?”
“Too cliché for Paris. This car is perfect to drive around here.”
“Why?” I asked.
“It’s French made.”
“I thought the name Bugatti was an Italian term.”
“Good catch. The car was founded by an Italian man named Ettore Bugatti. He moved to France before jumping into the car-making business.” Kazimir opened the door on my side. “And I love to drive his creations.”
“I see.” I climbed in.
Kaz got in next and started the car.
“Mysh.” He revved up the engine and smiled at the melodic hum. “Do you hear that?”
I laughed.
Licking his lips, he lovingly ran his hands along the steering wheel. “The only thing better than an expensive and very, very fast car is...your pussy.”
“I’m glad I beat fast cars.”
“You beat everything.”
We sped off, because...
Kazimir.
We zoomed through the runway as if it was his own massive parking lot. I was shocked he didn’t do a few wheelies near Air France’s traffic control as they focused on landing planes. No fool, I buckled my seat and held on.
It took us time to leave the airport, zoom down a long highway, and then enter the city limits.
Intrigued, I asked, “What’s the name of the restaurant?”
Somehow, Kazimir switched to a pretty damn good French accent. “La Cuisine Perdue.”
“You sound like you’re from France.”
“Only because you’re not from France but thank you. I worked at getting rid of my thick Russian accent to speak the fluffier languages.”
I smirked. “Your Russian is very present in English.”