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  Copyright © 2015 Jennifer Domenico

  All rights reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN-13: 978-1522974420

  ISBN-10: 1522974423

  Formatting by Elaine York/Allusion Graphics, LLC/Publishing & Book Formatting

  Beginning...

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Epilogue

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  About the Author

  IT’S TIME FOR DAMAGE CONTROL.

  His words play over and over in my mind. Damage control. By the time Los Angeles wakes up, it’ll be splashed all over every website in the country. Maybe even across the globe.

  I close my eyes briefly and sigh. I got myself in this situation, now I’ll get myself out. The honking out front gets my attention, and I rush to the window to peer out. Quickly, I zip my tote bag, throw it over my shoulder, and walk to the living room. I grab my baseball cap and hoodie and shake it on. One last look around, and then it’s time to go.

  “Airport?” the cab driver confirms.

  “Yep.” I sit back and pull the brim of my hat down. Staring out the window, I wonder what the next thirty days of my life will be like. I hope it’s worth it. I hope it helps.

  Twenty minutes later, we pull up in front of the airport. I pay then step out of the cab. At this late hour, the airport is almost empty, as empty as LAX ever is, and I breeze through security. As I wait to board, I stare at my boarding pass. I’m trading the sun of California for the concrete jungle of New York. Temporarily. I’ll be back.

  I look up as first class is called and get in line to board. Once seated, I settle in for the long flight, hoping to sleep for most of it.

  “Excuse me, Miss.” I look up to see a man standing in the aisle. “That’s my seat.” He points to the window.

  “Oh.” I shift to let him by me. Shit. He’s really good looking. I do not need this distraction right now. I glance at his left hand hoping for a ring, but don’t see one. Shit again.

  He smiles as he sets his laptop bag down. I look away and dig through the seat pocket for a magazine. I need something to get my mind off of him.

  “Heading to New York?” he says, asking the obvious.

  “It’s a direct flight there. If I’m not, I’m screwed.”

  He chuckles. “Yeah, good point. Guess I was just making conversation.”

  I nod, still trying to avoid him. I notice his hand extended so I shake it.

  “I’m Kyle.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  He grins, tilting his head. “Do you have a name?”

  “Kaia,” I reply.

  “I figured we might as well be friendly. We’ll be on this flight a long time.”

  “Yeah.”

  I watch him out of the corner of my eye, as he slips his jacket off and pulls his laptop out of the bag. His arms are sleeved in tattoos and rippling in muscle. Great. He’s hot and he’s friendly.

  As the plane starts to take off, I close my eyes and lean back in my seat. I don’t want to talk to Kyle, or look at him, or smell that amazing fucking cologne. I glance behind me at the full flight.

  “Am I making you nervous?” he asks.

  “No.”

  “‘Cuz if you don’t want me to talk to you, that’s okay. I’ll leave you alone.”

  “It’s not that. It’s just, um, I haven’t been feeling great today.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Mind if I ask what it is? Maybe I can help.”

  “Are you a doctor?”

  He nods, smiling. “I’m a chiropractor and massage therapist.”

  I raise my eyebrow. Of course he is.

  “Well my back and muscles feel fine. It’s just a, um, headache.” That sounds good.

  “I have a great trick for getting rid of headaches.”

  Does it require touching me because if it does, I might explode. That would definitely be messy.

  “I’ll think about that.”

  “Let me know.”

  I nod and lean back internally counting to ten. The fasten seatbelt sign goes off a few minutes later, and he sets up his laptop, while I pretend to be interested in the magazine I have.

  The flight attendant comes through several minutes later, and I order a scotch and soda to calm my nerves. A cigarette would be nice too, but that’s not gonna happen for the next five hours.

  I tap my fingers on my tray table. There’s no way I can handle this right now.

  “Kaia?” Kyle asks. I look at him, wide eyed as I try to keep myself in check. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m just, um,” I look around trying to come up with a response. “I don’t know.”

  “Here,” he says, turning towards me. “Let me just rub your shoulders for a few minutes. That will help.”

  “I don’t think you should.”

  “Why?” He smiles. “I’m not hitting on you. I’m a doctor. I just want to help.”

  I nod in agreement, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

  “Good.” Kyle puts his hands on my shoulders and begins massaging. Oooh, it does feel good. Really good. I remind myself it would be extremely inappropriate for me to moan out loud.

  “How’s that feel?” Kyle asks. “Helping the headache?”

  “Yes.”

  I twist my neck back and forth, as I relax into his skilled fingertips.

  “Do you live in New York?” he asks.

  “No. You?”

  “Nope, visiting friends. LA, then?”

  “Yes.”

  “I have an office in Beverly Hills. If you ever want to come by, I’d be happy to work on you. You’ve got some major kinks here that need working out.”

  He’s got that right.

  �
��What’s your last name?” I ask.

  “Becker.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind, Dr. Becker.”

  He leans so close, I can feel his breath on my neck. Where the hell is my drink?

  “This one’s gonna hurt a little,” he warns, “but it will make a big difference.”

  “Okay.”

  “Deep breath for me.” I inhale and feel him dig his finger under my shoulder blade. “And exhale.” I do and feel the tension release. Wow. He pats my back. “All better.”

  I turn and smile. “Thank you. I feel great.”

  “I’m glad. People think massage is a luxury, but it’s really not. We’re hard on our bodies and massage can be restorative.”

  “I see that.”

  “Especially if you’re very active and judging by looking at you, I’d say you work out a lot.”

  “I do.”

  “Consider it. I can make you feel very good.” He chuckles. “Any qualified masseuse can.”

  I nod, remaining silent. I bet he could make me feel very good.

  The flight attendant finally arrives and hands me the drink. I sip it, wishing I could guzzle it down. Kyle puts his headset on and turns on a movie. Thank God. No more talking. No more touching. I close my eyes and hope for sleep.

  A couple of hours pass, and I open my eyes to see Kyle still watching movies. I glance at my watch. It’s three in the morning. Just a couple more hours before we land.

  “Aren’t you tired?” I ask.

  “No, I can’t sleep on planes, so I adjusted my schedule and slept all day.”

  “Smart.” I stand and stretch, grab my toiletry bag, then walk to the bathroom to freshen up. I wash my face and brush my teeth then adjust my ponytail. I feel better after my brief nap. The massage helped to. That was no joke.

  When I get back to my seat, Kyle’s removed his headset and turned his computer off. He smiles at me as I sit down again.

  “Feel like talking?” he asks.

  “I guess so.”

  “What’s bringing you to New York?”

  “Visiting a friend,” I lie.

  “How long you gonna be there? Maybe we could grab a drink or something.”

  I smile. “I wish I could, but I’ll be busy the whole time.”

  “Bummer.”

  “Yeah.”

  He smiles, gazing into my eyes. “I’m sure you get told this all the time, but you’re really pretty.”

  “Thanks, Kyle.” I grin deciding to return the compliment. “I’m sure you get told that you’re fucking hot.”

  He laughs. “I do alright.”

  “I bet you do.”

  “Well, since this is the only time I may ever see you, why don’t we order another drink? We’re together for a couple more hours.”

  “That sounds good.”

  He gets the flight attendant’s attention, and we order two more drinks.

  “So, Kaia,” he says, clinking my glass with his. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

  “No.”

  “That kind of blows my mind.”

  “It’s by choice. I’m really busy right now. No time for that.”

  “Makes sense.”

  “You don’t have a girlfriend?”

  “No. We broke up recently. Couple of months ago.”

  “Ah.” I take a sip of my drink. “Are you happy or sad about that?”

  “I did the breaking up, so I’m happy. We started talking about moving in together and that kind of shit. I was thinking about it, but then I heard her talking to her girlfriend about snagging a doctor, and it pissed me off.”

  “As it should. I ain’t saying she’s a gold digger, but…” I sing, laughing.

  Kyle laughs. “Exactly. So, now I’m single again and looking to have a little fun.”

  “I doubt you’ll have any trouble finding it in New York.”

  “Yeah.” He peers out the window. “Or maybe somewhere over the United States.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You want to have a little fun with me, Kaia?”

  I raise my eyebrow. Is he kidding?

  “Uh, what kind of fun?”

  He grins and flicks his tongue over his bottom lip. “The mile high kind.”

  I exhale slowly. “You’re propositioning me? You think I’d just hook up with a random on a plane?”

  He shrugs. “Not sure if you would or not, that’s why I’m asking.” He leans closer to me. “I’m attracted to you, and I think you’re attracted to me. Maybe you’re feeling spontaneous.”

  “Maybe I am,” I whisper. I take a big gulp of my drink, trying to calm the surge of adrenaline rushing through me. “I’m not sure about this.”

  Kyle takes my hand and kisses it. “It’s dark in here,” he whispers. “We have blankets. We can do this.”

  “Do you have protection?” I whisper back.

  “I do.”

  Knowing I’m seconds from giving in, my eyes dart around the cabin. Everyone’s asleep in First Class. The flight attendants are sitting down. We could do this.

  “You game?” Kyle asks.

  “I’m game.”

  He smiles as he leans across my seat to kiss me, pulling my cap off in the process. God, he smells good. He kisses good. Oh, please let him fuck good.

  Kyle pulls the blanket onto his lap and unbuttons his jeans. When he takes his dick out, he pulls my hand under the covers. Ooh, he’s big. Perfect. I pull the blanket back just a bit and grin. Knowing I can have this feels like being given water when you’re dying of thirst. He quickly tears open a condom and slides it on.

  Under my own blanket, I unbutton my jeans as Kyle slips his hand between my legs. His fingers dig inside of me, and I try to keep my breathing quiet.

  “How are we gonna do this?” I whisper.

  He looks around a moment. “Sit on my lap. We gotta be fast.”

  I move onto his lap so that my back is facing his front and slide down on his cock. Oh, it feels so good. He massages my shoulders, and I realize if someone walked through right now, this might not look as bad as it is.

  Kyle bucks his hips, ramming his cock deep inside of me. I bite my lip to remain quiet as he reaches under my t-shirt and pinches my nipples.

  “Oh fuck,” I whisper. “God, you feel good.”

  “Shh, baby. Be quiet,” he whispers.

  I dig my fingers into the seat arms to balance myself. A few minutes later, Kyle grabs my neck from behind and tenses, pumping into me and breathing hard against my back. When he releases his grip, I quickly move back to my seat and cover myself with my blanket. We breathe hard for several minutes trying to cool down.

  Without saying a word, I pull up my jeans and hurry to the bathroom to clean up. Inside I look at my reflection. My cheeks are flushed, and I feel like I just got a life saving injection. God, that was amazing.

  I clean up, splash my face, and then walk calmly back to my seat. Kyle is sitting there, sipping his drink like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

  “Everything good?” he asks.

  “Yeah, I’m good. You?”

  “Perfect. Never better in fact.”

  I smile. “First time on a plane?”

  “Yep. You?”

  I nod. “It was on my bucket list.”

  “Well,” he says, lifting his hand for a high five. “I’d say mission accomplished.”

  I slap his hand. “Thank you.”

  “No, Kaia, thank you. That was fucking amazing.” He leans close, nuzzling my lips with his. “If you ever want more, I’m up for that.”

  I nod. “Cool.”

  Kyle excuses himself and goes to the bathroom. I lean back in my seat and rub my forehead. I feel better now that I got that craving out of my system.

  Kyle returns and a few minutes after that, the flight attendants come through the cabin offering water, hot washcloths, and coffee. I take all three. I’m going to need my wits about me when this plane lands.

  An hour later, the captain announces
that we’re beginning our descent.

  “Look at the city,” Kyle says. I lean across his lap to peek out the window. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

  “It is.” He kisses my neck as I move back to my seat. I just smile, shaking my head.

  “Couldn’t help it,” he says. “Your perfume smells really good.”

  “Thanks.”

  “So, uh,” he hands me a card. “This is my contact info with my cell on it. If you get some free time, or maybe when you get back home, it’d be cool to hang out.”

  “You mean fuck?”

  “No, Kaia,” he says, smiling. “I mean hang out.”

  “Maybe.” I take the card and slide it into my pocket, knowing damn well he’s never going to see me again. Not even with that amazing piece between his legs. One and done, that’s my motto. I got what I needed.

  “Hey,” he says, touching my chin. “Can I kiss you again?”

  I nod and part my lips waiting for his to touch mine. When he does, I relax against him. Does he even know how good he is at this? He cups my face, exploring my mouth with his as our tongues entwine.

  “Excuse me.” I turn hearing a woman’s voice from behind me. The flight attendant smiles. “Sorry to interrupt, but we need you to put your tray up for landing.

  Kyle smiles. “Sorry about that. I was distracted.”

  The flight attendant simply smiles and walks away. Kyle shoves his tray up and returns to kissing me. I could do this all day. When the fasten seatbelt light comes on, he releases me, sitting back in his seat.

  “I just had to do that in case I never see you again. You’re a damn good kisser.”

  “So are you, Kyle.”

  He grins and starts to pack away his things. I tighten my ponytail and sit back in my seat, preparing for landing.

  Twenty minutes later, we taxi to the gate and everyone stands to leave. Kyle smiles and hugs me.

  “It was awesome meeting you,” he says. “Made my year. Seriously.”

  “Mine too. You’re a great guy. I wish we met under different circumstances.”

  “Circumstances?”

  I smile. “Timing. You know. Timing is everything.”

  “Yeah, but you never know when our paths could cross again.”

  “True.” We walk out together and separate in the terminal. I watch him walk ahead, not wanting him to see the driver waiting for me. He turns and waves one more time as I pretend to be on my cell phone. I wave back. Nice guy. Great dick.

  When he’s finally out of sight, I make my way down to the pick-up area, looking for my name. Ah, there it is. I wave at my driver. Thank god he’s old and ugly.