Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

I love my mom, and me sitting on this plane is totally for her as I think back to our conversation.

I hated the fact I’d let her down. She treated Benny and Tom like sons, despite their inappropriate sexual references. She knew how tight of a bond we had, and was quick to point out how easily I allowed my dick to act before my brain.

At a loss for how to fix my mistake, she suggested I move to California to stay with my cousin. I argued for days about why it wasn’t a good idea. Charlotte—or Charlie, as I call her—lives with her husband Lex and their three daughters.

Kids frighten me, especially the ones that can talk. They’re unpredictable and whiney at the best of times. And on top of that, the constant crying and need for attention, who needs that shit?

Sharing a house with them was the last thing I want to do.

I had a great apartment and a steady job in the city. Leaving all that tears me up. So many great memories and Mom living not too far away.

Who would take care of her if I left?

Not that I did much, but if anyone decided to mess with her, I’d be armed with a fucking gun ready for a blowout in less than five minutes.

But as usual, Mom convinced me she’d be fine and that a change of scenery would be good for me. Twenty-eight is plenty young enough to start a new life. She’d already planned it all out with Charlie. Apparently, they have a huge house which has a guest bedroom larger than my apartment. Lex was able to get me a job, similar to the one I had.

It all seemed too easy.

With one last attempt, I reached out to Benny and Tom with no luck.

I decided then it was time to move on.

Maybe our friendship was not meant to last.

And so, this one-way ticket is supposed to be a fresh start. A way of reinventing myself in a place filled with superficial wannabe actors and actresses.

Hollywood.

I close my eyes with my headphones on, trying to drown out the aircraft noise.

Not long after, there’s a gentle tap on my shoulder. “Sir, would you like a drink?”

I open my eyes to be met by a sexy red-haired stewardess, waiting to serve me with a flirtatious smile. Fuck, those lips. Red lipstick—my weakness.

I’m not thirsty, but decide I need to leave a good impression on her and order a scotch. I’ve never fucked a stewardess.

It would be so damn hot if she left that uniform on while I fuck her from behind.

She pours the scotch into the glass, trying to disguise her smile. I know she’s feeling it. Through her white blouse her nipples are practically teasing me. Noticing my tray table isn’t down, she leans forward, her tits so close to my face, and opens the table while accidentally brushing my cock in the process.

Well, hot damn.

“Here you go, sir.”

“Thank you, Ivana,” I say, eyeing her nametag.

Only lingering for a moment, she turns her body in the opposite direction, purposely bending over to serve the gentleman across the aisle from me.

Fuck! What I would give to stick my fingers in her sweet pussy right now. I bet it’s tight too. Barely touched from all the traveling she does.

Control yourself. Miss Goody-Two-Shoes next to you would have a heart attack if she knew what your dirty mind wants to do to Ivana right now.

What was that about controlling my dick? Who fucking cares anymore.

New place, a new set of women.

Perfect.