I’m going back to Liam Hunter’s place to have sex.
Liam Hunter, the gazillionaire businessman, who owns airplanes, credit card and finance companies, hotels—crap, I’m even staying in one of his hotels—and so much other stuff that I can’t even remember. And he’s older than me, which is just so incredibly sexy because he must be all experienced with sex.
This is going to be amazing.
I’m going to be tongue-fucked by Liam Hunter, and I cannot wait.
God bless, England.
It’s seven thirty in the evening when we land in London.
I’m in England.
I can’t believe I’m actually here.
I pull my carry-on out from underneath the seat in front of me and hang it on my shoulder while I wait for Liam to get his bag and jacket out of the overhead compartment.
Standing in the walkway, he lets me out first.
I can feel him at my back as we exit the plane with other passengers.
When we step off the plane onto the jetway, a guy in a high-vis jacket is waiting there.
He approaches Liam. “Mr. Hunter, if you would come this way, please, I’ll take you to passport control.”
“You have someone to take you through passport control?” I ask Liam.
“They open a separate one for me.” He actually looks a little embarrassed telling me this.
“Well, us mere mortals have to line up.” I smile. “So, I’ll see you on the other side.”
I wonder if I will see him on the other side?
He’s made no mention of me going back to his place since he said it at the start of the flight.
“No, you won’t because you’re coming with me.” He takes ahold of my hand and starts to lead me along, following high-vis guy.
We enter passport control and walk straight over to a passport booth.
“Siobhan will take care of you, Mr. Hunter,” high-vis guy tells him, stopping by it.
I can see the other passengers, who are starting to filter through, staring at us from across the room. If I were them, I’d be hating on us right now.
“Can I have your passport, please?” Siobhan says with a bright smile, her eyes focused on Liam.
“Ladies first.” Liam gestures to me.
Moving forward, I hand Siobhan my passport.
“First time in England?” Siobhan asks me.
“It is.” I smile.
“Well, enjoy your stay,” she says, handing me my passport back.
Liam hands his over to her, and then I feel his chest pressing against my back.
“Shaw,” he says, looking over my shoulder at my passport.
“That’s my name.” I put my passport away in my bag.
“Welcome home, Mr. Hunter.” Siobhan hands Liam his passport, giving him another dazzling smile.
“My luggage?” he asks her.
“Already collected and with your driver.”
“Thank you.”
He takes my hand again and starts leading me away from passport control and in the opposite direction of baggage claim.
I tug him to a stop. “You might have your luggage, big boss man, but I need to go get mine.”
“Already collected and in my car. I told them to get yours as well.”
“And how did you know which luggage was mine?”
His brows draw together. “Because I own the airline. Your seat number is in the system—my system—which is connected to your luggage at check-in. I tell my staff to get your luggage, and they do it.”
I put my free hand on my hip, my head tilting to the side, eyes assessing. “Does everyone do what you say?”
The look he gives me…I feel it all the way down to my toes, only pausing along the way to pay extra special attention to my vagina.
He steps close, so close that I can feel the heat of his body through my clothes. And, God, he’s tall. He towers over me. I have to tip my head back to look at him.
“Yes, everyone does what I say.” His tone is low and sexy. “But I have a feeling you’re going to be the exception to the rule.”
“And you would be right about that.”
“Thing is”—he leans his face in close, his warm breath brushing over my lips—“I might like control and really like people doing as I tell them, but I love a challenge more. So, game fucking on.” Then, he slaps me on the ass and walks off, leaving me standing there with my mouth wide open.
Cocky son of a bitch. And it’s so fucking hot.
“You going to stand there all day, Boston?” he calls over his shoulder. “Or are you coming?”
Coming? Definitely.
And…Boston? Guess I have a new nickname.
I start walking, and picking up speed, I catch up to him.
Liam pushes through the door, walking into the arrivals area.
Grabbing my hand again, he leads me over to a guy who’s clearly waiting on him. “Paul, this is Taylor Shaw from Boston. Boston, this is Paul, my driver.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smile at him.
“Likewise. The car’s just outside, sir,” he tells Liam.
Liam and I follow Paul outside. The air is cold, and I shiver. Liam wraps his arm around me.