Lies That Sinners Tell (The Klutch Duet 1)

“I look forward to it,” I murmured, crossing and uncrossing my legs very purposefully.

Two could play at this game.

And I intended to deserve my punishment when the time came.

“Where are we?” I asked as we pulled up to a gate manned by a security guard. Planes were flying overhead, but we were not at the entrance to the airport.

I definitely should’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings so I would’ve realized where we were much sooner, but I’d been focused on ignoring Jay and replying to emails during the entire ride. Pretty juvenile to be sure. Especially since it hadn’t seemed to have worked at all.

“We’re at a private airfield,” Jay said as the car moved through the gates.

“Why are we at a private airfield, Jay?” I asked slowly. “We’re flying United. And I’m reasonably certain United does not fly out of private airfields.”

We pulled onto the airfield, the car driving right onto the runway. I’d seen this happen in movies and on socialites’ social media stories, but I had not thought it would ever, ever be something I would do. I hadn’t even had any desire to do that. Although, TSA was a bitch.

“They don’t,” Jay replied. “Since it’s become clear that this weekend is going to be compromised, I didn’t want to have to share you during the flight. I want you to myself. There are things that need to be done.”

I moved my attention from the runaway to stare at him. “So let me get this straight. You chartered a private jet to take us to Missouri just so we can have sex before we get there?”

Jay looked up from where he’d been tapping on his phone. “I’m not going this entire weekend without tasting your pussy, Stella,” he replied mildly.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I muttered. My eyes flickered back out to the runway, taking in hangers with planes that I imagined belonged to the super rich and likely some celebrities. “You do realize how absurd that is?” I scoffed.

“Considering what your pussy tastes like and what it feels like to fuck you, it’s not absurd at all,” Jay refuted as the car came to a stop.

He didn’t wait for me to answer, just opened the door and got out, leaving me sitting there in awe. My gaze went to the plane the car had parked in front of, watching Jay ascend the steps, not waiting for me.

I could’ve stayed there to try to make some kind of point. Asked the driver to take me to LAX and attempt to make my original flight that was due to take off in fifteen minutes.

Or I could get out of the damn car, get into the private jet and join the mile-high club.

I got out of the damn car.

“Spread your legs,” Jay ordered.

I was sitting on the sofa in the jet. We had taken off thirty minutes ago. I was naked from the bottom down.

He was on his knees in front of me.

Jay. On his knees. In the jet that he’d paid for just so he could taste me.

I obeyed the man instantly, of course.

Although he’d promised punishment in the car, Jay did not make me wait, his lips covering me and his tongue working against my clit as I grabbed onto the sofa, stifling my cries considering the flight crew was on the other side of a very thin door.

He worked mercilessly, expertly, devouring me, not giving me a single moment of respite. My orgasm came quick, hard and all encompassing.

Jay was on top of me before I even came down, surging into me, causing my body to explode with sensation.

“You drive me crazy you know that, pet?” Jay snarled as he fucked me.

I didn’t reply since I figured it was a rhetorical question, and I was just figuring out how to breathe normally while my second orgasm crept up from the bottom of my stomach.

Jay’s hand fastened around my neck, tight, warning. “You’re going to do as I say from now on, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I rasped.

His eyes were locked on mine, revealing a depth I hadn’t seen before. A cold fury.

“You’re mine, Stella,” he said, voice rougher than I’d ever heard that. “Mine,” he repeated, emptying himself into me at the same time my world exploded all over again.

His.

There was a car waiting for us when we landed.

I had expected it to come with a driver since I’d never been in a vehicle with Jay without one. But after our bags were put in the trunk of the fancy looking SUV, Jay got into the driver’s seat.

“You’re driving?” I asked after I climbed into the passenger seat.

He glanced to me but didn’t respond because it was pretty fucking obvious he was driving.

“I’ve never seen you drive before,” I added.

“In the situations we’ve been in, it’s never been prudent for me to be driving since we were attending events,” Jay explained.