NINA'S POV
“If you dare mention what happened in that car, I will pretend you don’t exist for the rest of this flight.”
I sink into the matte leather seat by the window.
“Good morning to you too, Nina. Took your precious time, I see.” Cassian lifts a brow, looking over his notes.
Heat flushes my cheeks, and I vividly remember fighting him off for an extra hour of sleep. Well…two hours.
I didn't expect him to wrap me up like a burrito and haul me into the car. He let me sleep it off in the car.
But I wish that's what I'm talking about, not the memory of my back pressed against the steering while his thrusts sent me over the moon.
He sits across me on the jet in a fine merino knit polo over charcoal trousers, hair neatly slicked back.
Of course he gets to look so hot every f*****g
