Filthy Rich, Wild with Lust

Chapter59

I need to change the subject. “Where are we sitting on the plane?”

“Up front, business.”

“We’re flying business class?” I squeak.

He kisses my fingertips. His sexy eyes linger on mine. “Only the best for my wife.”

I look to the gate impatiently. “We’re going to miss it.” People have been lining up and getting on our plane.

Henley is reading the paper, in no rush whatsoever. “We are not going to miss it.”

“If we miss it...”

He rolls his eyes and keeps reading.

I watch as more people board. “Henley...”

“I don’t like boarding a plane too early.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are on there long enough. Have patience, woman.”

I exhale heavily. If we miss it, I’m going to go feral. Over the next fifteen minutes, I watch as the line dwindles. “Last boarding call for flight 282 to Phuket.”

I widen my eyes impatiently.

“Now we can go.” He stands and leads me over to the boarding gate; we pass the flight attendant our tickets, and she scans them. “Hello, Mr. James, welcome aboard.” She smiles at me. “Hello.”

“Hi.” I beam. Thank god. Just get me on the plane already. We walk down the corridor to the plane. “I’m nervous,” I whisper as I grab Henley’s hand.

“What for?”

“I’ve never flown business before.”

“That makes you nervous?” He frowns as we walk onto the plane.

“Uh-huh.”

“Weirdo,” he mouths.

“Mr. James, this is you.” She gestures to a chair in the front. “And this is you, Miss Drinkwater.” I look down at the two wide leather seats in their own cubicle thingy. There’s a fancy screen between our two chairs.

“Thank you.” I smile. She goes to serve someone else, and my eyes flick to Henley.

He frowns in question.

“There’s a glass screen between us,” I whisper as I look around at the other seats.

“Yes, some planes have this seating configuration,” he replies.

“I would’ve rather been in cattle class, where I can sit next to you.”

He takes my bag from me and puts it in the overhead. “I’ll be on top of you for ten days. Enjoy the peace.” He kisses me quickly and sits me down. “Fasten your seat belt,” he instructs.

I roll my eyes and do as I’m told.

He takes his book and sits in the seat beside me. Even though he is close, I can’t touch him at all.

Ugh... stop it, Juliet. Can you hear how needy you’re being? The world won’t fall apart because you can’t touch your boyfriend for one measly flight.

Boyfriend.

A thrill runs through me. I still can’t believe everything that has happened in such a short time, but then it feels like we’ve been together forever at the same time.

Strange but surreal.

The flight attendant comes around with a silver platter. “Can I offer you a glass of champagne or an orange juice?”

“Oh.” In a real glass too. “Champagne, please.” I take it and hunch my shoulders in excitement. I glance over, and Henley gives me a sexy wink.

I sit back and smile. Bring it on.

The drone in the background is a constant hum. Everyone else on the plane seems to be in deep relaxation mode.

Me, not so much.

I’ve watched two movies and tossed and turned. I attempted to watch a third movie but was unable to concentrate, so I stopped it after fifteen minutes.

I hate sitting still.

I look over at Henley; he’s still reading the same book he has been for hours. He turns the page, completely absorbed. How does he concentrate for so long?

Ugh...

I lie back down and toss and turn some more... f**k’s sake. I sit back up, and Henley glances over. “What’s wrong?” he mouths.

I shrug, feeling dejected.

He puts his book down and taps his lap. I walk around and lean over and kiss him.

“What’s happening?” he asks softly as he brushes the hair back from my forehead.

“I can’t sleep.”

He pulls me down onto his lap. “Sit with me for a moment.” I curl up on his lap, and he spreads the blanket over the two of us. “I missed you too,” he murmurs against my temple with a soft kiss.

How did he know?

With his big arms around me, finally safe in his arms, I feel myself begin to relax.

He holds me tight as he closes his eyes too.

Now, we sleep.

Henley scans the key, and the door to our cabana clicks open.

Holy...

“Oh my god,” I whisper as I look around. It’s so beautiful that I don’t know where to focus first.

Henley smiles, proud of himself. “Not bad.”

“Not bad?” I gasp. “Are you kidding? It’s spectacular.”

The back wall is all glass, looking over the most breathtaking view I have ever seen.

Blue ocean, palm trees, and white sand.

Built on the beach, it’s a timber cabana with a huge deck, private swimming pool, and spa. My eyes roam around the interior. It’s all white, with light wood furnishings. It looks like something straight out of a beach house in a magazine. I walk into the bedroom and see a huge four-poster bed and an en suite with a sunken bathtub. “Oh my god,” I gasp again. “Henley James.” I laugh out loud.

“How’d I do?” He smiles as he takes me into his arms.

“You did good.” I kiss him softly. “You did really good.”

He chuckles and lies on the bed and taps it beside him.

“No way in hell.” I wheel my bag into the bedroom. “If we lie down now, I’m going to fall asleep, and I don’t want to get jet lag. We have to stay awake until tonight.”

He exhales heavily. “And how are we going to do that?”

“We’re going to the beach.”

“What, now?”

“Right now.”

The waves gently lap at the shore, and the sound of the seagulls echoes in the distance. “I’m in heaven.”

“You said that already.”

“Just making sure you know how much I love this place.”

“I do.”

“Do you also know how much I appreciate you booking everything?”

“Yep.”

“And the business class, I can’t even believe we flew business.” I think for a moment. “I just wish I changed into the pajamas, you know?”

“Next time.” He smiles.

I grab Henley’s hand and kiss the back of it. “Thank you.” I kiss his hand again. “You’ve thought of everything.”

Henley props himself up onto his elbow as he lies on his side, his body resting against mine. “You need sunscreen.”

I glance down at myself. “I’ll be fine.”

He sits up and pours some suntan lotion into his hand and rubs it across my back. I smile at the sensation of his hands on my skin. He slowly begins to rub it into my upper thighs. His fingertips skim down over my s*x. “Careful, we are in another country,” I murmur. “You’ll get us arrested.”

“What would the charge be? Orgasming in public from rubbing sunscreen on my girlfriend?”

“Exactly that.” I smile sleepily. “See, I told you you’d get used to it.”

“Get used to what?” He slides his fingers beneath my bikini top and tweaks my n****e. I squirm at the sensation.

“Saying the word girlfriend.”

“Meh.” He smirks as he concentrates on his task. “Still an ordinary word. Wife is more of a flex.”

I open my eyes and look up at him. Big brown eyes. His dark hair is messy from the salty sea. His rippled skin already golden and glowing from being in the sun today. How can someone be so utterly gorgeous?

“Wife is much more of a flex,” I whisper, distracted by his beauty.

His gaze follows his hand as he continues to rub the lotion in. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” he asks.

“Married to the love of my life,” I reply without hesitation. “Hopefully pregnant—that’s if we’re blessed with children. If we don’t have children, traveling the world with my husband sounds pretty good too.”

His fingers keep roaming over my skin.

“Where do you see yourself?” I ask.

He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it as if second-guessing his thoughts.

“Tell me...”

“I don’t know.”

I watch him. “Yes, you do. You at least have an idea.”

“Recently”—he shrugs, his eyes still following his hands—“I’ve been seeing a very different future from what I always thought I would have.”

I reach up and run my fingers through his dark stubble. “And how does that make you feel?”

He shrugs again, remaining silent...

“Terrified, horrified, or just plain petrified?” I smirk.

His eyes rise to meet mine. “Excited.”

I smile softly up at my beautiful man.

What?

“We have so much to be excited for, Hen. Don’t we?”

He nods.

“So who’s the lucky girl, then?” I tease.

His eyes dance with delight. “A threesome-loving chick I met at a swingers’party a while back.”

I laugh. This man kills me. “She’s a lucky girl.”

“Maybe.” He leans down and kisses me, his lips lingering over mine. “We should f**k now.”

I smile against his lips. “We’re waiting until we get back from dinner tonight, or I’ll fall asleep and won’t go out at all.”

He exhales in disgust and rolls onto his back. “My threesome-loving swinger wouldn’t say that. She’d be all for it, blowing me, right here, right now.”

I giggle. “Who, the future Mrs. James?”

“That’s her.”

“Maybe you’ll find her back at the hotel.”

He slaps me hard on the behind. “Let’s go.”

Henley