Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“That’s a nice dream,” I snarked.
He chuckled lightly as he repacked his belongings. “You’re probably right. I’ll be wide awake at three a.m. researching bakeries and pop-up retail ideas for—what’s your bakery called? I don’t think you ever said.”
I pulled a business card from the side pocket of my backpack, handing it to Theo before stuffing the bag under the seat in front of me.
“Scott’s Bakery.”
He smiled. “Nice and simple.”
I nodded. “I don’t like frills. It’s a bakery and it’s my name. Boom. Done.”
“What’s your last name?”
“O’Brien. Why?”
His eyes lit with mischief. “If you ever consider a name change, you could go with O’Brien’s Bake Barn or O’Brien’s Cake Bake or…O’Brien’s Cupcake Corner or O’Brien’s Fairy Cake Counter—”
“Okay, you’re getting a little carried away,” I admonished, shaking my head in mock dismay. “And you’re forgetting that I don’t do fairy cakes.”
“Fairy cakes could be the wave of the future! I bet if you—oh, no.” Theo squeaked and grabbed my arm when the plane lurched. I reached for his hand instead, threading my fingers with his. He squeezed gratefully and didn’t let go.
“Sit tight. You’re okay,” I purred gently.
“Thank you. I’m sorry about—” Theo pursed his lips in a taut line. “Crap. Is it going to shake till we land?”
“It might. We’re just sailing through low clouds now.” I propped my water bottle with my free hand and uncapped it.
He bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes closed. “I should have known I’d fail at the mile-high club.”
I barely managed to choke down my water before bursting into laughter. “You know that mile-high club doesn’t just refer to flying, right?”
He tightened his hold on my fingers till both of our knuckles were white. “Wh-what does it mean?”
“Sex in the air.”
He went perfectly still. “Sex…on a plane?”
“Yep.”
“Where?”
I smiled. “If you were on a private jet, I guess you could do it anywhere. On your seat or in bed, if you had a suite. On a commercial flight like this, though…you’d have to sneak some sexy time in the bathroom.”
His mouth was that adorable O shape again. “How? A grown adult can barely turn sideways in that restroom. And surely someone would notice more than one person in there. That’s just…ludicrous.”
“Don’t knock it till you try it,” I singsonged, loving the feel of his hand in mine.
“You’ve done that?” Theo’s saucer-sized eyes made him look much younger than twenty-nine.
“Yeah. I wanted to be in the club. It wasn’t great sex, but it was still sex.”
His face contorted in a series of comical expressions that were laughably easy to read.
“Who, how, when? Tell me everything. My imagination is running rampant, and I’d prefer not to be mulling this over when I greet my mother for the first time in months.”
I chuckled. “I was with my ex-girlfriend, flying home from a vacation in Florida. We were twenty-three at the time and bombed. We’d started drinking at the airport and ordered a couple of bloody Marys on the flight too. She dared and I accepted.”
“What exactly did you accept?”
“A blowjob,” I said matter-of-factly. “I bet the flight attendant was suspicious, but no one called us out.”
He stared at me for a long moment. “Did you…”
“What?” I prodded. Theo didn’t answer. He just circled his wrist meaningfully. “Are you asking if I came?”
I’d never witnessed anyone turn a brighter shade of pink in seconds flat.
“Oh, my God! No!” Theo sputtered. “And also…yes.”
I guffawed. “Well, the answer is…I think so.”
“You think so?” he repeated. “You can’t remember?”
“It was almost twenty years ago. I barely remember my bank password most days. How am I supposed to remember details of a drunken BJ?”
Theo bugged his eyes out. “Those are very incomparable issues. Passwords are made to be instantly forgotten, but—”
“BJs aren’t,” I finished for him.
“That’s right. The unique location alone should have made the entire episode memorable.”
“It didn’t.” I shrugged, squeezing his fingers reassuringly when the plane rattled. “The only thing I remember was being cramped and trying not to laugh. The act itself was a nonevent. It was more about being able to say we’d done it. In my defense, I was in my early twenties and my bucket list had a lot of libido-related items on it.”
“I’m still in my twenties and mine…does not,” he replied primly.
“Are you saying you’d pass on a sex-in-the-sky hall pass?”
“Yes, I would. It sounds far too stressful and better left for the acrobatically inclined. With my luck, I’d end up with a black eye and an unwitting starring role on someone’s Just Fans page.”
I pursed my lips to keep my laughter at bay. “I think you mean Only Fans.”
He waved dismissively. “The point is…I have no desire to get caught on my knees.”
“Either position would be equally embarrassing, but if you’re gonna get caught, it’s easier to put yourself back together when you’re on the receiving end.”