Page 38 of Billionaire's Fantasy
“You have no idea how much I want you, Amber! I’m fighting my urge to fuck you. My brain and my body don’t agree. But please trust me and let’s just keep it this way and enjoy each other’s company.”
I still don’t understand why he wants to wait. But I accept it. I know if I would really try, there is no way he could reject me, but I don’t. Not tonight.
Waking up I feel a little nervous about how things will be between us after the last two nights. Are we going to continue the trip as a couple? What about Olivia? Are we going to tell her or is she going to see it in our eyes?
We are leaving today. I quickly pack my bags, take a shower, and get dressed for the day ahead. For my outfit, I decided to wear a simple white sundress with a floral pattern. It’s comfortable and airy, perfect for the hot weather. I pair it with brown leather sandals and my favorite pair of sunglasses.
As I make my way to the kitchen, I can feel the soreness in my body from all the activities we did yesterday and the day before. But it’s a good kind of soreness, the kind that reminds me of the amazing days we had. It is also mixed with the euphoria only brought about by multiple orgasms. I blush at the memory.
Speaking of the devil, I find Jackson finishing up on a call, dressed in his pilot uniform. His uniform is black pants and a white shirt with black and gold epaulets on his shoulder. I always had a thing for guys in uniform. But it looks especially handsome on him.
I’m still not sure how things are between us. We have not clarified what this is that we have.
When he walks over and kisses me, all my worries disappear. I moan against his lips as he pries them open and slips his tongue inside.
“Fuck, Amber.”
I grab onto him, holding him, devouring him.
“Mmmhm!”
“I have to go,” he murmurs against me, and I protest as I reluctantly let him go.
He offers me a cup of coffee which I gladly accept.
“I have to head to the terminal. My cab is waiting outside. I’ll ask the driver to come back and pick you up after,” he says.
I nod, sipping on my coffee as I sit down to edit the pictures from the last two days. It’s amazing how the bioluminescence tour turned out, and I can’t wait to share the photos with my followers.
I’m trying to edit the pictures but keep thinking about Jackson and how he just kissed me. He’s kind, thoughtful, and so much fun to be around. Last night was incredible, and I hope it’s not the last time we have a moment like that. I need that again. I need more than that.
Before he leaves, we share another passionate kiss—his lips on mine, soft and warm. It’s a kiss filled with longing and desire, and I don’t want it to end. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as we continue to kiss.
But eventually, we have to break apart. Jackson gives me one last lingering look before turning and walking out the door. I feel a little sad watching him go, but I know I’ll see him in less than two hours.
As he walks out the door, I continue to edit the pictures. It’s the perfect way to start my day, and I can’t wait to see where my travels take me next. Half an hour later, the cab driver comes to pick me up. I feel a little nostalgic for all the memories I have created here with Jackson as I leave Puerto Rico behind. But I’m excited to be on my way to my next destination.
When I arrive at the small island airport, I can see Jackson’s private plane waiting on the runway. A gate agent greets me, and I follow her aboard. Once we’re on the plane, she leaves, and I’m left alone with Jackson.
He asks me if I want to sleep on the journey back or co-pilot. Without hesitation, I say co-pilot. It’s not every day that I get to fly in a private plane, let alone co-pilot one.
As we settle into the cockpit, Jackson goes through the pre-flight checklist. Once we’re ready to take off, he turns to me, and we share another kiss. It’s quick, but it’s filled with promise and excitement for what’s to come.
We take off smoothly, and I can feel my heart soaring just like the plane.
Chapter 10
Grounded in Reality
Jackson
WepickedupLivin Turks and Caicos, but I haven’t really seen much of her or had a full-on conversation since our departure.
We are flying to the small Island of Bimini in the Bahamas. Amber is back in her seat and fast asleep, a blanket draped over her. I turn and admire her, wondering what it would feel like waking up next to her and making passionate love to her.
At the same time, I am plagued with the guilt that I kissed her—and did many other things—without telling her the truth. She deserves the truth.
She deserves to know about my ex and my relationship with her father.
