Page 83 of Million Dollar High

When he said he’d make the arrangements, she thought they’d fly to the Far East on his private jet or even commercial. Another trip on the Indigo Lounge had been an unexpected and thrilling surprise.

“Are you scheduling any sleep into this trip at all, or are we going to survive on sex and booze?”

He turned his magnificent body toward her. “We never finished our list of highs. If we time it right, we can work the lastthree in there somewhere.” His grin was wicked and borderline savage.

Leia wondered which ailment she’d expire from first—overwhelming love or wall-to-wall sex with Noah. She raised her glass and took another mouthful. Either way, she supposed it was a good way to die.

A bout of turbulence hit the plane, and he laid a hand on her thigh to steady her.

Her heart lurched with elation. Noah took care of her in big, possessive ways, but it was the little, almost absent-minded gestures of protectiveness that she treasured most.

He made a selection and clicked. She peered around his broad shoulder, but the screen disappeared.

“What was that?”

“If you didn’t see it, then it’ll remain a surprise. Wanna order in?”

About to nod, she tilted her head. “Have we actually had dinner out before? I mean, with other people in a restaurant, like normal—” She stopped when she realized what she’d been about to say.

Dropping the remote, he turned to fully face her. “The masked ball dinner in Prague doesn’t count?”

She grimaced. “I was too nervous about how you’d react to my past to enjoy it.”

He shrugged. “Then we’ll dress up, go out and pretend like we’re normal.”

“You mean we’re not?”

He winked at her. “Baby, we’re fucking extraordinary. But we won’t tell anyone.”

She dressed in a long, black leather-sleeved dress with a thigh-high slit and strappy silver Louboutin heels. Noah chose a silvery grey shirt, which did incredible things to his blue eyes,dark pants and a black jacket. Foregoing a tie, he left the two top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair had grown an inch longer and gave him a rakish look that made her heart stutter.

“Ready?”

Watching his long sexy stride as he crossed to where she waited by the door, she swallowed, unable to pry her eyes from his arresting body.

“Mmm hmm.”

Smiling, he offered her his arm.

The Indigo Lush restaurant was as normal as one could get on a flying sex palace. Cozy privacy booths with white linen tablecloths and exquisite silverware made her feel like she was on a proper dinner date with Noah. Until she sat down and realized the booth held a compartment with sex toys, and that the candle set into the solid silver candelabra was giving off a scent that made her head swim and her pussy clench with ravenous need.

“What is that candle?” she blurted, after five minutes spent talking herself down from jumping Noah and humping him like a wild rabbit.

His strained smile indicated he hadn’t escaped the effects of the aphrodisiac. Picking up the candelabra, he brought it to his nose, sniffed, and set it back with a deep chuckle.

“What?” she demanded.

“I detect a distinct whiff of a certain weed.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God. Is that why…?”

“You suddenly feel like my cock is the only meal you want to devour?” he rasped.

She looked down at his crotch—his very full and tight crotch—and nodded jerkily.

“I’m sure there are other mood-enhancing properties in there, but yes. You’ve never tried weed before?”

“No. I took half an E once, when I was sixteen. All it did was make me horribly thirsty and not-in-a-good-way spaced out.”

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