Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Oh.” She turns around, sees Samuel standing off to the side, and jumps off my lap. “Food. Samuel, you’re a god amongst us mortals.” I watch as she abandons me for the grilled cheese, chips, fruit salad, and soda she asked for. While I went for the steak sandwich and pasta salad.
“Someone is starving. Okay, you two eat. Anything I need to straighten up before the McCarthys come back?” I shake my head. Maci’s eyes bulge, and her face tinges with redness, and Samuel decides in that moment to bust out laughing. “I’ll just take a quick look around and spruce things up. Enjoy your meal.”
“Thanks, appreciate it.” I wait for him to head in the opposite direction before standing up. Maci is already sitting at the table, pulling the sandwich apart in small pieces, mouth open and ready to take a bite until she sees me.
“Tys.” Her pouty lips tremble. There’s not a damn thing I can do to alleviate the ache in her voice after she gets a look at what she does to me.
“Mac,” I groan, rubbing a hand down my face, trying to pull myself together. We both need food, her more than me, and while I’d love nothing else to feed her than my cock, she needs the sustenance.
“What? I can’t help it.” She takes a bit of her food, and I move to sit down in front of her where Samuel set everything up. Shit keeps going the way it is and we’re able to bring him and Maci on full-time, the man is going to get one hell of a bonus.
“Later. Let’s get through this last half of the day, and I’ll give you what we both want.” I settle in my seat, using the table to hide the fact that I’m adjusting my cock to be more comfortable and less noticeable for when Liam and our passengers return.
“Fine.” Maci’s voice has a sullen tone to it. Fuck me, it’s going to be damn hard to ever say no to her, and it’s a good thing I don’t ever want to.
11
TYSEN
“I feel like I’m going to throw up,” Maci says to me. We’re waiting in a room at Luke’s office. It took a lot of persuasion once we landed to get her to come with me, and I think the only reason she did is because Samuel encouraged it. The fact she was once again in the bathroom as soon as our wheels hit the tarmac here in Florida might have helped the case as well. I wasn’t made aware how she did during our first leg of the journey heading back to New York, except for McCarthy making a backhanded statement about having a nice view with the new flight attendant. My fist almost met his jaw. It was Liam clearing his throat and changing the subject that made it so the fucking idiot didn’t have a broken jaw. I still need to talk to Maci and Samuel about the situation and figure out how things went and if I need to ban the fuckface from ever entering my jet again.
“Babe, think you’ve done that enough. But if you need to do it, I’ll grab the trash can.” She scrunches her nose in disgust, like me holding her hair while she loses everything again would deter me from still wanting her wrapped around my body.
“No thanks, I’m good. I still think this is a little over the top. I could have gone to a walk-in clinic or made an appointment with a general practitioner instead of an obstetrician-slash-gynecologist.” Her legs are swinging back and forth while she sits on the table. I’d made the call the minute I found her in the same position she was in earlier today. Luke answered on the second ring. I gave him a quick rundown on what has been happening, he told me to bring Maci in, and here we are.
A knock on the door interrupts what I was going to say, and the man in the white coat enters.
“Hi, I’m Luke. You must be Maci?” He extends his hand to shake. She gives him a finger wave and then meets his hand.
“Hi, I am, and I think your friend here is overreacting.” She throws a look my way. I shake my head and send her a wink. The one thing she did insist on before heading here was to take a shower and change out of her work clothes. I more than understood her sentiments about doing so. She had her carry-on packed with clothes, and since Samuel picked her up from her place, she didn’t have to worry about her car. Which she blew under her breath and said she stayed at her parents’ house and didn’t want to get into it yet but knew we’d have to discuss the nitty gritty soon.