Chapter 7

Following a gorgeous pilot into an office in an airplane hanger is not something I could have ever imagined myself doing.

Riggs seems to think that I"m freaking out over this college interview. And I am. It"s the kind of thing that I would normally have wanted a week to prepare for, not just a few hours.

But I"m honestly freaking out more over the price Riggs obviously paid for our flight. A three-year contract? He made it sound like he didn"t want to do that, and then he changed his mind in a heartbeat. It can"t just be for me, can it?

Riggs leads me past a few gorgeous women dressed in perfectly tailored flight attendant uniforms and into the restroom. For a split second, I feel a pang of jealousy that he"ll be working with women who are so model-pretty all the time. Although he seems very eager to make a point of us being together in front of his new coworkers. Maybe I have nothing to worry about.

The door is barely locked before he pushes our bags aside and hoists me up onto the counter. Firm lips crush mine as he grabs onto me and holds tight, his heat pulsing against me with every touch.

"This is not goodbye, gorgeous," he growls into my throat, nuzzling my neck. "I"m never letting you go."

My head spins. If I don"t get into this university I"ll have to stay at the bakery. I won"t be able to live here in Charlotte and be near Riggs. Riggs, who just signed away three years of his life just to get me to the interview on time. Riggs, whom I just met. We have no idea if we"re truly compatible. If we have a real chance. If these feelings are purely physical, or…more.

I have a million questions, but all I do is moan, then gasp when his hands spread my knees and run under my skirt to caress my thighs.

"I like this look. Very professional." Deep eyes burn into mine. "When you live here with me, I"m going to buy you all kinds of cute dresses."

The thought of Riggs dressing me up like a doll sends tingles through me from head to toe. I gasp as he flips up my skirt, his thick fingers pulling my panties down my legs as I press into the counter to lift my hips.

"Good girl." He slides me back against the mirror, then hooks my leg over his shoulder. "I love that you"re already so wet for me."

The way his voice changes any time I"m under his control drives me wild. I can feel my pussy opening for him as I become wetter. The sensation of his tongue dragging slowly up my slit has me pressing my lips together so I don"t cry out.

"Yes. Silence," he commands me with a wolfish grin, "or my new coworkers will hear you." He grins at the idea. "Don"t worry, baby. Everyone here is going to know about my smoking hot girl. But your little noises are just for me."

Riggs already makes it sound like we"re in a relationship. That"s impossible. Yet he"s so sure that I want to allow myself to hope.

He takes control and pins me, arranging my body however he likes. As his tongue scrapes lightly over my clit, my mouth squeezes closed, terrified to make a single noise. My stifled moans come out as a faint hum, which is hopefully enough for Riggs to know that he"s driving me wild.

Two thick fingers plunge into my dripping pussy, as his tongue flutters teasingly across my clit. Then he digs in, feasting on my flesh as he fingerfucks me deeply. His palm is facing up, his fingertips dragging across a strangely sensitive point that I suppose is my g-spot.

He already knows my body. Knows what I need, what I want. I always thought I"d have to travel to find adventure, and to find myself. It turns out all I needed was Riggs. My lips press together tightly as I try to stay quiet while an incredible climax builds inside me.

A palm lightly slaps my inner thigh to focus my attention. "Come for me, gorgeous. Let me feel you."

A tidal wave of heat and pleasure washes over me as my legs clamp around him. His eyes dance as he licks and strokes harder as I come apart.

"Yes," I whisper, clutching his hair as I ride his face. "Please…yes…Riggs, please…"

I don"t know which I enjoy more, my own satisfaction or the glow in his eyes. When I stop shaking, he stands up, licking his lips. I try to reach for his pants, but he grabs my hand and places it on his chest.

My climax is still reverberating through my entire body, his low growl sounding like an animal about to possess its prey. It"s not just the heat from our semi-secret encounter. I"ve never felt so much love and attention.

He pulls back, kissing my forehead. "You"ll kick ass at your interview, baby. A car is already on the way."

After I straighten myself up, satisfied that I look as professional as I ever will, Riggs crushes me to his chest in a bear hug.

"Thank you," I whisper. "I don"t know where to even start."

"I"m already so proud of you, Olivia." He kisses my forehead again, then gives my hips a firm squeeze. "Now go book your place in that program."

Squaring my shoulders, I walk out of the building filled with hope.

Yes, the interview is going to be terrifying. But Riggs really seems to think I can do it. He must, if he"s about to sign his freedom away.

Now I have to do my part, no matter what sort of turbulence has my stomach churning.