Chapter 190: Killam

Saturday. Private Plane.

KILLAM TASTED CHERRIES. SHE smelled like cherries, too.

Ivy rocked into him, trapping his dick between their bodies. It was torture of the best kind. He had his hand in her hair now and his other gripping the outside of her knee. Her skin was so damn smooth.

Someone did an ear-splitting wolf whistle and reality came crashing back all around him.

The plane.

Jabby.

Why they were here.

Fuck.

Killam used his anchoring hold on Ivy's hair to pull her back a bit. Her eyes were shut, lips parted, chest heaving. For a moment they stared at each other, lust wrapped around them, creating a cocoon.

He still saw Jabby out of the corner of his eye wagging a finger at them, a wide grin spread across his face. "Breaking in my new toy?"

Killam tamped down on his anger before it could flare. Women really were just another possession for Jabby. It made Killam sick. Ivy was more than a toy. She'd shown him that.