Devour Me, Baby - A Yeah, Baby Novella

It had also made me to miss all the time we usually spent together. I realized how quickly I’d become used to being close to him whenever I wasn’t in class. How addicted I was to Owen.

Not that I didn’t spend each night wrapped in his arms. There was no way he would have let me sleep anywhere else... after I’d passed out in an exhausted heap because of all the orgasms he’d wrung out of my body since I was “depriving him of his afternoon snacks,” as he’d put it. I didn’t feel too guilty since I figured he insisted on making up for the loss with an early morning snack.

As I shifted in my seat on the private jet Owen had arranged for our flight to Los Angeles, I felt the after-effects of our bedroom activities we’d barely finished when the limousine driver had called to say he was five minutes away from picking us up.

“A limo and a private jet? This is a heck of a lot fancier than the last trip I took.”

He reached over and lifted my feet into his lap, sliding my shoes off so he could rub my arches. “Where did you go?”

“Hmmm?” I sighed, not understanding his question. It was hard to think with his strong fingers gliding back and forth.

“On your last trip.”

“Oh, just to Chicago. My parents and I drove up during my summer break for a week to visit my brother. I’ll take this over an eleven-hour road trip with them any day of the week. Not that I don’t love them, but I could easily get used to this kind of pampering when I travel.”

“I wish I could take all the credit,” he chuckled. “But my agent worked my travel arrangements into my contract as a perk since the producer wanted me on the judging panel more than I wanted to take on the project.”

“So what you’re telling me is that I shouldn’t plan on getting used to the five-star treatment?”

“No way, baby. If you want limousines and private jets, that’s exactly what you’ll get.”

I wiggled my toes, blushing when they brushed against his hardened length.

“That’s the other advantage to not flying commercial.” He jerked his hips up, pressing his arousal against the soles of my feet. “It makes the mile-high club a possibility without the risk of having our names added to the no-fly list.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, not liking how familiar he sounded with that particular club. I yanked my feet off his lap and crossed my arms while I glared at him. “Oh really?”

His lips tilted up in a smug grin as he unbuckled my seat belt and lifted my stiff body onto his lap. Before he wrapped his arms around me, he tilted my chin up so I was staring into his face. “I thought I was the one with the green eyes in this relationship.”

“I’m not—” I started to deny the obvious truth.

“It’s fucking hot as hell, seeing you jealous, baby.” He dropped a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t bother trying to deny it, and don’t ever apologize for it. Not when I’d react the same at the idea of you with another man.”

“Which isn’t something you need to worry about,” I grumbled.

“Damn straight it isn’t. Nobody but me gets to touch you.” He rested his forehead against mine. “And you don’t have to worry either, baby. I wasn’t speaking from experience; I’m all yours, too.”

“Oh,” I sighed, dropping my head on his shoulder and cuddling into his body.

“Yeah, oh,” he chuckled.

As I smiled up at him, a yawn snuck up on me—so wide that a tear leaked out of the corner of one of my eyes.

“Rest, baby,” he murmured. “It’s been a long, stressful week for you, and the mile-high club can wait for our trip home.”

“Mmmm,” I hummed as my eyes drifted shut. It was certainly something to look forward to once the taping was done.

9

Owen

Sienna snuggled deeper into my embrace, and I brushed a kiss over the top of her head. I hated to wake her. She’d run herself ragged the last week with exams and readying for the trip. But, as the plane touched down in L.A., she stirred and I looked down to see her eye lids fluttering. After a minute, they opened fully and she looked up at me with sleepy, chocolate eyes. She was so beautiful; it often took my breath away.

“We’re here, baby,” I murmured softly. Her eyes widened and she sat up, forcing me to reluctantly loosen my hold on her.

“I slept the whole flight?” she queried with a sheepish smile.

I kissed the tip of her nose, then pecked her lips. “You were exhausted. I wanted you to get some rest because I have plans for you later”—I gave her a wicked smile—“and they definitely don’t involve sleeping.”

She smirked at me and opened her mouth to say something but before she could make a sound, she slapped a hand over her lips and bolted off of my lap. She made a beeline for the bathroom, and I followed hastily to make sure she was okay. Once she was inside, she dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and lost everything she’d eaten that day.

I snatched a hand towel from a hook on the wall and ran it under cool water. Then I gently gathered up her hair and placed it on the back of her neck. She dry heaved a couple of times then plopped back onto her butt, seemingly exhausted once again.

I sat down next to her and pulled her onto my lap. Her head rested on my shoulder while I searched in the vanity under the sink. There were several items that travelers might find themselves without, including a small bottle of mouthwash.

“Can you stand, baby?” I asked softly.

She nodded weakly and scooted off of my lap. I got to my feet and took her hands to help her up. Supporting her with a hand on her hip, I used the other to fill a tiny, plastic cup with some water. “Sip,” I instructed as I put it to her lips. She leaned heavily against me, her back to my chest, her eyes closed. But, she dutifully allowed me to pour a bit of the cool liquid into her mouth.

Taking the towel from her neck, I wet it again and gently wiped her face. Her coloring was returning and little by little, she shifted her weight to stand on her own. I dumped the rest of the water and put mouthwash in the cup. Before I could lift it, she took it from me and rinsed her mouth with it on her own.

“Sorry,” she sighed. “I don’t handle travel very well. It doesn’t usually hit me quite that hard, but it’s been a long week.”

“Don’t apologize, baby,” I said gruffly, still watching her carefully in case she needed to be sick again.

She patted my hand on her hip before moving away. “I’m feeling much better now, I promise.”

I frowned and put my hand to her lower back as I guided her over to our seats. “I’m going to take you to the hotel to rest,” I said as I grabbed our carryon bags from the bin overhead.

She grumbled but I ignored her protests, leading her to the door and helping her down the steps. Another limo was waiting, and an airport employee was loading our luggage into the trunk while the limo driver held open the back door.

It wasn’t a long drive to the hotel, but it was certainly enough time for me to mull over a suspicion.

“Wow,” Sienna breathed as she wandered, wide-eyed, through our hotel suite. The room was huge, with a living area, full kitchen, and a master suite. She ducked her head into the bedroom and then faced me with a raised brow.

“Didn’t you book this right after we met?”