“Are we here?”

Her sleepy voice hit me the same way it did the morning I’d woken up with her curled up next to me in her bed, but with the added benefit of knowing how she tasted, felt, and sounded like when she came around my cock. And since all logical thought had abandoned me and had yet to return, I was thinking about how the next time Sloane woke up next to me, she would not be in one of her fancy dresses, she’d be naked. After I took my time with her.

“Yeah, baby, we’re here.”

“Why do you do that?” Her question came out on a yawn and she quickly covered her mouth. “Sorry. Yucky morning breath.”

Fuck, she was cute.

“Why do I do what?”

“Sometimes you call me baby, but sometimes you call me sweetness.”

That was not an explanation I wanted to give, but I knew Sloane and she’d push it until I came clean.

“Sometimes, sweetness still slips out. Sometimes, I plain forget. But when I remember or I’m thinking about it I call you baby because Lorenzo told me his fresh girls taste like sweetness.”

Sloane jerked upright. Her nose was adorably scrunched, and her lips were pinched tightly together until she opened them to squeak, “Gross!”

“That sums it up nicely.”

“I don’t think I like you calling me sweetness anymore. Which sucks because I used to like it. Yet another reason to hate Lorenzo,” she confessed.

I vaguely wondered if she hadn’t been still half-asleep if she would’ve admitted to liking me calling her sweetness. I also wondered how after the night we’d had, and how I’d behaved like a dick after I fucked her, how she could still want to be close to me. There were plenty of empty seats on the private jet with only three people flying. She could’ve picked one far away from mine. But she’d plopped down next to me and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Yo!” Cole called from the front of the plane, reminding me I’d yet to answer him.

“Yeah, we’ll be in the office this afternoon. You text Wilson and tell him we landed?”

“Yep.”

Cole took his leave and Sloane stood. I was immediately assaulted by her long, tanned legs before she bent in front of me to pick up the heels she’d kicked off sometime during the flight. Her head turned to the side and her eyes widened.

“Sorry.”

She immediately straightened and tugged on the hem of her dress, but it was too late. I’d already gotten an eye full of ass cheek.

“Are you, ’cause I’m not,” I told her honestly.

She gave me a sleepy grin and shook her head. “Stop teasing me when I’m too tired to form a proper comeback.”

“I wasn’t teasing. I’ve had your ass in my hands a few times now but I’ve yet to get a good view.”

Her smile faded, her brows pulled together, and she frowned.