New York Nights
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He whispered curses as his thickness swelled against my jaws, and as his leg muscles tensed one last time, warm come slashed against the back of my throat. I gripped his legs as the rest of it came, swallowing every drop until he was finished.
When I was sure that was all, I looked up at him and noticed he was staring at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but he pressed his finger against mine before I could get a single word out.
“Not right now,” he said. He pulled me up and onto the bed, locking me in his arms as he kissed my lips.
He ran his hands against my bare back and whispered. “Even if I do like you...”
“I think you do.”
“Shut up, Gillian.” He bit me. “Even if I do like you—which I don’t, you’re going to have to come up with a much better reason than that to get me to stop fucking you...” He ran his fingers through my hair, and I felt his cock hardening against my thigh.
“I can deal with one broken rule,” he said, lifting me up and slowly sliding me onto him. “As long as you can agree that it’ll be our ‘only one’?” He gripped my hips, not waiting for a response, and he fucked me harder than he ever had for the rest of the night.
GATE B22
GILLIAN
Los Angeles (LAX) “It’s a CR-9,” I said, hours later. “Easy.”
“Close.” Jake pulled me closer. “It’s an MD-88.”
“Four out of five isn’t bad.”
“You’ve only gotten four out of twenty, Gillian.” He smiled. “That’s terrible.”
It was four in the morning and we were laying on the roof of a private, charter airport across the city. Much to his insistence, and after we both agreed that we were restless after three rounds of sex tonight, he said he “had an idea” and ordered a luxury cab to bring us here.
He’d held my face and kissed me the entire ride, causing butterflies to flutter against my stomach, forcing the driver to shut the partition.
“If this was a couple of years ago—” I turned on my side and looked into his eyes. “I would’ve gotten every single one of them right.”
“Why a couple years ago?”
“Because I used to write about planes and the aviation industry for the paper. Not all the time, but a couple times a month.”
He was quiet, running his fingers through my hair. “Why did you quit?”
“I didn’t quit. I was fired.”
He looked surprised. “For slander?”
“For the truth.”
“Hmmm.” He trailed a finger across my lips. “Did it have anything to do with Elite, or he who shall never be named between us?”
“No,” I said. “It was personal. Someone burned me, so I burned them back.”
“How mature.”
I changed the subject. “What were you doing a couple years ago?”
“Flying.”
“Is this all you’ve ever done?”
“Yes.”
“Jake...” I sighed. “Do you see how when you ask me questions, I elaborate, but when I ask you, you give me one word answers?”
“Then maybe you should ask better questions.”
“Fine. Why didn’t you tell my supervisor on me after the night I left your apartment?”
“Because there would be no purpose in doing that.” He looked at me. “I also found you very amusing and wanted to see you again.”
“Okay. Why do you have to have your TVs and coffee table replaced every few weeks? I remember all the work orders, even right before we met...Why do they break so often?”
“Faulty engineering.”
I blinked and he smiled, pulling me on top of him.
“I used to have problems sleeping. That’s all.”
“Used to? That wasn’t that long ago, Jake. Aren’t you still having problems?”
“Shockingly no.” His blew a warm kiss against my skin. “Not since I’ve been in whatever the hell this is with you.” He didn’t give me a chance to ask a follow up question. “What else did you do in my apartment?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why did you feel the need to reroute my security cameras and make them run a loop? What were you doing?”
“Nothing.” I pressed my head down against his chest, right on top of his beating heart. “I stole books from your library before, though.”
“I’m aware. I always noticed. Is that it?”
“I also used to sleep naked on your living room couch.”
He laughed. “And in my bedroom?”
I nodded and he playfully slapped my ass.
“I know that Nathaniel Pearson is your real father, Jake,” I said softly, letting the words rush out of my mouth.
“That makes two of us.”
“I looked up old family pictures and you’re not in any of them...Why did they erase you like that? And I mean, why haven’t you said anything? You’re the son of a billionaire CEO. Is that where your money comes from?”
“No.” He didn’t elaborate any further. He simply rubbed his hands up and down my back, massaging me in a firm way that said, “Stop this.”
“Just say you’ll tell me one day,” I murmured. “If we last longer.”
“I’ll think about telling you one day.”
“Well, whenever that ‘one day’ is, I would like it to be the same day you take me out on a date.”
His hand immediately stopped their pleasurable rhythm. “What?”
“A real date with flowers, dinner, and—”
“Everything we originally agreed not to do.”
“Yes,” I said.
“Gillian...” He sighed. “I’d prefer if we didn’t break any more rules.”
“And I’d prefer if you actually talked to me, but I’m clearly not going to get that, so this is a compromise.”
He didn’t say anything for a long while, but his hands eventually returned to my back, and we didn’t speak until the sun began to rise.
When our ride returned, he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs and placed me into the backseat. He positioned my head in his lap, and I slept as the car slowly trudged through early morning L.A. traffic.
When we arrived back to my hotel, he walked me into my room and tucked me under the covers—holding back a laugh as I attempted to fight my exhaustion and convince him to stay.
I thought that he would stay another day, since he had two more nights before he had to fly out from Hawaii, but when I woke up, he was gone.
The only remnant of his presence was his watch box on my nightstand. I flipped it open, coming face to face with yet another Audemars Piguet. I ran my fingers across its sparkling crystals and sighed. I pulled out my phone to text him and tell him he’d left it, but it fell to the floor once I saw the massive white and red flower bouquet sitting by the door.
Shocked, I walked over and opened the small silver envelope that was attached and read the note.
This never happened.
And the watch is yours.
—Jake.
GATE B23
JAKE
When I was sure that was all, I looked up at him and noticed he was staring at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but he pressed his finger against mine before I could get a single word out.
“Not right now,” he said. He pulled me up and onto the bed, locking me in his arms as he kissed my lips.
He ran his hands against my bare back and whispered. “Even if I do like you...”
“I think you do.”
“Shut up, Gillian.” He bit me. “Even if I do like you—which I don’t, you’re going to have to come up with a much better reason than that to get me to stop fucking you...” He ran his fingers through my hair, and I felt his cock hardening against my thigh.
“I can deal with one broken rule,” he said, lifting me up and slowly sliding me onto him. “As long as you can agree that it’ll be our ‘only one’?” He gripped my hips, not waiting for a response, and he fucked me harder than he ever had for the rest of the night.
GATE B22
GILLIAN
Los Angeles (LAX) “It’s a CR-9,” I said, hours later. “Easy.”
“Close.” Jake pulled me closer. “It’s an MD-88.”
“Four out of five isn’t bad.”
“You’ve only gotten four out of twenty, Gillian.” He smiled. “That’s terrible.”
It was four in the morning and we were laying on the roof of a private, charter airport across the city. Much to his insistence, and after we both agreed that we were restless after three rounds of sex tonight, he said he “had an idea” and ordered a luxury cab to bring us here.
He’d held my face and kissed me the entire ride, causing butterflies to flutter against my stomach, forcing the driver to shut the partition.
“If this was a couple of years ago—” I turned on my side and looked into his eyes. “I would’ve gotten every single one of them right.”
“Why a couple years ago?”
“Because I used to write about planes and the aviation industry for the paper. Not all the time, but a couple times a month.”
He was quiet, running his fingers through my hair. “Why did you quit?”
“I didn’t quit. I was fired.”
He looked surprised. “For slander?”
“For the truth.”
“Hmmm.” He trailed a finger across my lips. “Did it have anything to do with Elite, or he who shall never be named between us?”
“No,” I said. “It was personal. Someone burned me, so I burned them back.”
“How mature.”
I changed the subject. “What were you doing a couple years ago?”
“Flying.”
“Is this all you’ve ever done?”
“Yes.”
“Jake...” I sighed. “Do you see how when you ask me questions, I elaborate, but when I ask you, you give me one word answers?”
“Then maybe you should ask better questions.”
“Fine. Why didn’t you tell my supervisor on me after the night I left your apartment?”
“Because there would be no purpose in doing that.” He looked at me. “I also found you very amusing and wanted to see you again.”
“Okay. Why do you have to have your TVs and coffee table replaced every few weeks? I remember all the work orders, even right before we met...Why do they break so often?”
“Faulty engineering.”
I blinked and he smiled, pulling me on top of him.
“I used to have problems sleeping. That’s all.”
“Used to? That wasn’t that long ago, Jake. Aren’t you still having problems?”
“Shockingly no.” His blew a warm kiss against my skin. “Not since I’ve been in whatever the hell this is with you.” He didn’t give me a chance to ask a follow up question. “What else did you do in my apartment?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why did you feel the need to reroute my security cameras and make them run a loop? What were you doing?”
“Nothing.” I pressed my head down against his chest, right on top of his beating heart. “I stole books from your library before, though.”
“I’m aware. I always noticed. Is that it?”
“I also used to sleep naked on your living room couch.”
He laughed. “And in my bedroom?”
I nodded and he playfully slapped my ass.
“I know that Nathaniel Pearson is your real father, Jake,” I said softly, letting the words rush out of my mouth.
“That makes two of us.”
“I looked up old family pictures and you’re not in any of them...Why did they erase you like that? And I mean, why haven’t you said anything? You’re the son of a billionaire CEO. Is that where your money comes from?”
“No.” He didn’t elaborate any further. He simply rubbed his hands up and down my back, massaging me in a firm way that said, “Stop this.”
“Just say you’ll tell me one day,” I murmured. “If we last longer.”
“I’ll think about telling you one day.”
“Well, whenever that ‘one day’ is, I would like it to be the same day you take me out on a date.”
His hand immediately stopped their pleasurable rhythm. “What?”
“A real date with flowers, dinner, and—”
“Everything we originally agreed not to do.”
“Yes,” I said.
“Gillian...” He sighed. “I’d prefer if we didn’t break any more rules.”
“And I’d prefer if you actually talked to me, but I’m clearly not going to get that, so this is a compromise.”
He didn’t say anything for a long while, but his hands eventually returned to my back, and we didn’t speak until the sun began to rise.
When our ride returned, he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs and placed me into the backseat. He positioned my head in his lap, and I slept as the car slowly trudged through early morning L.A. traffic.
When we arrived back to my hotel, he walked me into my room and tucked me under the covers—holding back a laugh as I attempted to fight my exhaustion and convince him to stay.
I thought that he would stay another day, since he had two more nights before he had to fly out from Hawaii, but when I woke up, he was gone.
The only remnant of his presence was his watch box on my nightstand. I flipped it open, coming face to face with yet another Audemars Piguet. I ran my fingers across its sparkling crystals and sighed. I pulled out my phone to text him and tell him he’d left it, but it fell to the floor once I saw the massive white and red flower bouquet sitting by the door.
Shocked, I walked over and opened the small silver envelope that was attached and read the note.
This never happened.
And the watch is yours.
—Jake.
GATE B23
JAKE
