Billionaires Runaway Bride

I nodded and disappeared into the kitchen, cleaning it as I thought through the marketing issue Alfie was dealing with. Where I didn’t know the exact details, I’d heard bits and pieces enough to think that I might have a solution.

After piddling for a while, I went upstairs and took a hot bath, imagining how good it was going to feel to have him pin me to the bed. Surely he was going to make love to me on our last planned night together.

I crawled into bed, my body hot and wet at the images racing through my head. The covers were chilled, and the room cold. Before too long, my eyelids fluttered closed, and my lusty needs were taken care of in my dreams.

Chapter Nineteen

Alfie

As much as I wanted to make love to Molly for our last night together, it didn’t happen. Bill showed up at the house just after dinner, and we spent a long time that night, talking through things. I still wasn’t happy with the marketing set, but we’d agreed to both take a breather from it and come back fresh.

It was Molly straddling my hips the next morning that woke me instead of the alarm. I had set my phone to get us up in time to get to the airport in London, but it obviously wasn’t needed. I couldn’t help the grin on my face as I blinked away sleep from my eyes to focus up at Molly.

“You’re a much better alarm clock,” I said, rubbing the top of her bare thighs. I could feel the heat of her pressing up against me intimately. “How much time do we have?”

“Maybe a few minutes before your phone goes off,” Molly replied, a smile still tugging at her lips. “Plenty of time for a little bit of fun.”

I laughed when she wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.

“Maybe,” I said, and reluctantly calmed myself at the prospect of one last time with Molly. “We should get showered and ready to go though. It’s not going to be a good thing if we keep the pilot waiting for our flight to New York.”

Molly pouted down at me. “Eight hours of flying back to the States doesn’t sound as pleasant as staying in this bed with you.”

I gritted my teeth when she ground down against me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. This was a side of Molly that I was starting to really crave—the lighthearted, but seductive and sassy bedroom behavior. I’d have given just about anything to turn her over and press her to the bed aggressively, but it would cause us to be late. My plane was being used by some other high-level executives later that day to get back from New York. I was responsible if nothing else.

Almost to a fault.

“While I agree with you, I do have a meeting to attend to. It might be hard to explain to my co-workers in the city why I missed my flight.”

“It’d make a hilarious story,” Molly said and rolled her sweet hips, grinding her softness down the thick length of my cock. “You’re right though. I have to go see my boss after we get to the city.”

She started to rise from my waist, but I grasped her hips before she could rise all the way. I stared up at Molly while an array of emotions went through me. I had no idea what to expect once we said goodbye in the airport at New York City. All I knew was that Molly planned to see Peyton as soon as we landed while I planned on visiting Logan before my meeting.

I owed Molly for her marketing strategy, but it was hard to read what she exactly wanted for me. She kept her emotions and thoughts well-guarded at all times despite her light-hearted nature.

“What is it?” Molly asked, a puzzled frown on her face. “Is everything okay?”

I nodded as I let go of her thighs. “Everything’s fine. I was just thinking about something is all.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Just my schedule in New York is all,” I said as Molly reluctantly crawled off of me. I caught sight of a glimmer of nervousness in her eyes before she turned to slide off the bed in the opposite direction. “What are you planning to do besides seeing Peyton and going back to work?”

“I suppose I better find a place to stay,” Molly said, rising from the bed with a sigh. “Not that I want to do that, but that’s unfortunately high on the priority list. Peyton is open to letting me stay with her as long as I need to, but you know how hard roommates are.”

I chuckled. “You and I have done pretty well, I think.”

“I agree.” She stood and walked to the bathroom, pulling off her t-shirt and shaking her pretty ass seductively. “You know… We could wash each other’s backs in the shower.”

“You’re going to be the death of me. Get done, and let’s get going. We’ll find time while I’m still in New York to get together. I need at least one more night before you walk out of my life.” I sat up and hated the sadness that tainted her expression.

She nodded and closed the door behind her, leaving me hard and aching in the bed. I should have just moved the fucking flight.

*

“So, is this your private plane or the company’s?” Molly glanced over her shoulder to find me checking out her ass, no doubt. The stairs to the plane had her in the perfect position for me to get eye level with it.

I swallowed hard and gave her a sexy smirk. “You look so damn good in these jeans. Did you know that?”