TAKE ME THERE, DADDY (Tangled In Temptation And Lust Erotica Collection)

FIRST CLASS FLIGHT

Of course, she recognizes the actors in the video, as well as what’s going on. It’s something she wouldn’t want anyone to see, especially her beloved parents. So she quickly grabs my phone, hits the delete button, then tosses it back to the desk.

But I let out a brief chuckle.

“You’ve only just erased one piece of evidence, Cainan. There are more, and my camera’s still somewhere around this library watching you. So the next time you decide you want to mess with me, think twice. No… think thrice. Because I wouldn’t do the same when I retaliate.”

I grab my phone to leave. However, on reaching the door, I suddenly pause. “Oh, say hello to Mr. Grey for me… wherever around here he may be.”

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Earlier, I lied to Cainan. I’ve long removed the camera from the library. And the video she deleted was the last of the evidence.

I merely wanted the satisfaction of her being rattled over nothing. Because I know she’s going to be watching her back from now on, and she will be so miserable when she can’t find the camera, as she won’t even realize in time that it’s no more.

Adam and I meet in the hallway on my way back to my room. As usual, he crosses his arm around my shoulder, his body bumping softly against mine as he looks down at me with an approving smile.

“You look proud,” I tell him. It’s obvious from how he’s looking at me.

He’s probably proud of what he did in my defense. And I will thank him, but in another way.

“Of course, I am proud. Whoever tamed you should be sued. I seriously want to meet savage Elioza.”

Wait. His expression isn’t about what he did, but about what I DID. He was f*****g eavesdropping.

“My mom said savage Elioza’s not normal,” I say with a huff. “You will hate her.”

“Who gets to decide what is normal? Besides, have you heard anything ‘normal’ about Adam Baelafort?”

We enter my room. Even as I shrug away from Adam and head to the bathroom, he trails behind me.

“We’re birds of the same feather, baby, so it’s only right that we fly,” he mutters while tucking an envelope out of his pocket.

I ignore him, washing my face in the sink and drying it with a towel before giving him my attention again.

Now he waves the envelope in my face.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“A flight ticket. Ours. We should spend our holiday somewhere else. Somewhere fun.”

“Fun?” I huff. “Just say you want to fuck.”

Adam seems taken aback—in a funny way. “Come on, cherry. A man’s got a brain, and it’s not one full of sex.”

I shove the towel into his hand, walking out to the room. “If you say so.”

“Do I take that as a yes?” he asks while trailing behind me.

I plop down on the bed, sliding under my duvet and tucking my stray strand of hair behind my ear as I pick up my phone.

“Present the pros and cons in chronological order,” I tell him, even though I’ve already accepted going with him in my head.

After all, who would want to spend days of holiday in this hellhole of a house when they could easily do so somewhere else… with the person they want?

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We fly first class. Safe to say this is the best journey I’ve ever had.

The pros—I get to lie on Adam despite there being many other comfortable spots where I could have sat or lain; I get to eat what I want; and I get to be free from Mom, Dad, the Baelaforts, and school, and, most of all, I get to f**k Adam throughout. This is besides many other pros.

The cons—none.

Right now, the cabin lights are dimmed, and I’m feasting on the pros mentioned above as I straddle Adam in his wide seat, my skirt gathered about my thighs while we indulge in the one thing we’re best at.

His hands grip my waist, helping me roll my hips slowly on him, the friction between us so hard it drives down a tough s****l tension that crackles between us.

Our lips are locked in a sensational engagement, every breath we share ragged and short.

I can feel how hard he is through his pants, as the thick ridge of his c**k presses right against my panties, sending signals of need straight to my core.

I grind down harder, letting myself build that sweet pressure with every trail of my aching p***y along his length.

“f**k, you feel so good,” Adam whispers against my lips, which only triggers my desperation the more.

With that, I pick up the pace. My rocking grows faster, and I chase the edge—that very moment when everything around me would cease to exist, and I let myself tip over… to fly.

More tension settles in my belly, spreading down between my thighs as Adam’s hands slide up under my top to palm my breasts.

That’s the last draw that pushes me right off the cliff.

My orgasm hits me with a sudden force, and my hips spasm as repeated vibrations of ecstasy overwhelm me.

My tongue weakens, breaking mine and Adam’s kiss naturally. Now my face sinks into his neck, my whimpers directly on his skin.

Seconds later, he thrusts his hip up, a low groan rumbling in his throat as his c**k jerks beneath me.

That tells me he’s coming in his pants, so I keep rocking despite my quivers of pleasure. And soon, the tension subsides while we slowly climb down from the peak as one, our foreheads pressed together.

It’s dinner time, and the attendants served a meal a while ago, but Adam and I agreed the only thing we want for dinner is each other.

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THE END.

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