Page 87 of Vows In Corruption

I don’t know how to do one full week of just me and him when I have a feeling he regrets our little sexcapades.

We’re three hours into our flight and I’ve been so close to telling him to turn the plane around, all because I’ve been in my head this whole time with Bennett being somewhere else.

From the second we left the house, Bennett has been on the phone only switching over to his laptop when we got on the Lane family jet. Apparently when you become CEO, there are lot of things that you need to do to make it all official. From what I can tell he has been signing paperwork and talking to lawyers the whole flight.

I volunteered to work with him, help him out wherever he needs, but he waved me away and told me no, to relax.

So I’ve been sitting here, watching whatever tv show or movie I’ve been able to find on of the many screens this plane has to offer, trying to relax but instead overthinking everything.

And by everything, I mean what happened in Bennett’s office yesterday.

Not only did we kiss, but he made me feel so damn good with that tongue of his. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to continue right there and then and not come up for air until we absolutely had to.

Having Bennett Lane between my legs was something that I’ve dreamt about a few times since I met him but never thought it would happen, and then it did and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

The way his mouth felt on my skin. The way his tongued licked me up as if I was a melting ice cream cone. The way he was so damn hard that when he thrusted into me, I thought I was going to be seeing stars.

He made me feel what others haven’t and I want to repeat it as much as I possibly can.

When he mentioned the honeymoon, for a second I was scared, but then I thought about what we would be doing. That we weren’t going to hide the attraction that we had for each other anymore and explore whatever was pulling us together. Hell, I even thought that he was going to land in my bed last night after the way he looked at me in his office, but he never came.

He said goodnight, closed his door and I didn’t lay eyes on him until this morning.

All night I couldn’t help but to wonder if what happened in his office was truly a spur of the moment thing and just saw me as a door to get off or if it meant something to him.

I tried to push that thought away, and be excited about this trip but instead of excitement, the nerves took over. What if something else happens between us and instead of bringing us closer together, it puts even more space between us?

Is that something that I even want, though? To get closer to Bennett?

It would be nice to leave this marriage at least as friends.

Who knows maybe once the two years is up, we won’t even get divorced and take out relationship in a direction neither of us expected.

Yeah right. I need to get a grip. We are only a week into this marriage, I can’t start thinking about us staying married after our two years are up. That wasn’t a part of the deal.

Two years and that’s it. Nothing more.

Besides, Bennett doesn’t even want to be married. Why, who knows, but he doesn’t and because he doesn’t I’m not going to force him into anything outside of the two years.

“You look like you are thinking a little too hard over there.” Bennett voices, taking my attention away from my thought and the clouds that we are flying over.

I turn my body slightly to look over at him and find him typing something on his phone.

A part of me wants to answer with a snarky comment but instead, I decide to give him a bit of truth.

“I’m just trying to get my nerves down a bit.” I say and surprisingly he takes his eyes off his laptop.

His eyebrows bunch up before he speaks. “What are you nervous about?”

I decide to be truthful again. “What we are going to do on this trip.”

This time, he shuts his laptop and he gives me his full attention. “What do you mean?”

I give him a shrug. “Exactly that. What do we do? Do we act like a married couple that is actually on their honeymoon, even though nobody that knows us is around? Do we just hang out and hope that we become friends once we go back home? Do we act like strangers and both go off and do out own thing? What do we do?”

There is more that wants to come out of my mouth, like asking if he regrets what happened yesterday, but I hold that particular question back. I really do need to get a grip. One orgasm and I’m feeling like I’ve become the clingiest person in the world.

Who cares what we do while we are on this trip? I’m on my first vacation that is all that should matter.

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