Juice: (An Alpha Male Billionaire Romance - Part 3) (Juice: The Series) Read Free

apartment is just as good,” he yells over
the noise.
    “You’re amazing!” I say. He really is.
    We land on the runway, just paces from the jet.
    “Let’s go!” We jump out and scamper up the steps into the
jet. My heel slips, and I stumble as I’m entering. Oh god, not again. The
pilot, in his crisp white shirt and captain’s hat catches me.
    “Welcome aboard!” he says, helping me to my feet. I collect
myself and freeze, seeing all eyes from the plane’s passengers are on me.
Several serious-faced Asian businessmen in suits look up from their preflight
business to inspect the klutz at the front of the plane.
    Everett steps in front and takes my hand. “Everyone, this is
Bronwyn,” he announces to the plane. The group smiles and nods as we take a
seat in the large, partitioned rear of the jet. I notice a few of the men have
dates aboard the plane, dressed to the nines and sipping from champagne flutes.
    “Remember I share this jet. They’re the businessmen from
Singapore I sold the blogging company.”
    “Yes, I remember,” I say and take his arm. “I remember
everything you say,” Everett.
    He continues. “It’s hangared in Singapore and the crew is based
there.”
    “Why Singapore?”
    “The talent. As I built my company, I looked for the best
talent for the best price. I found most domestic programmers were looking for a
six figure income and would leave in a few months for another company. More and
more good coders came to me from this city and eventually I moved there myself.
I thought I was the only American with this crazy idea, but through connections
I met several ex-pat entrepreneurs in Southeast Asia. Then after three years of
living there these gentlemen made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
     
    * * *
     
    We’re cruising over the ocean and luxuriating in the cabin’s
soft leather, dark wood, and yards of space to stretch our legs. A pretty and
diminutive stewardess in a short dark blue outfit serves us champagne raspberry
cocktails.
    She leans in, “Is there anything else I can offer you two?”
she says, resting her hand on my leg.
    “A blanket would be wonderful,” I ask and she scampers off.
    “It’s a bit cold, isn’t it?” I ask.
    “I’m always warm,” he says.
    The cute girl returns and drapes a blanket over us. I
snuggle against him and squeeze his well-muscled arm. He is always warm.
“You’re my generator,” I say and nuzzle his shoulder.
    Afforded some privacy, I playfully nibble him, and he
squeezes my leg under the blanket. He leans in and presses his lips against
mine and gives me a soft, sensual kiss. For such a strong and masculine type,
his lips are so silky and kissable. Our tongues roll over each other and the
kiss becomes more passionate.
    “I love kissing you,” he says.
    His hands are roaming now, rubbing my sides and along my
inner thighs. I purposely wore a skirt for him.
    I feel my heartbeat in my breath and my skin is flushing.
    Can anyone see us? Our seating is partitioned from
the front of the plane and facing the rear. I poke my head above the divider
and see everyone going about their business. The cabin’s lights are dimmed and
I can barely see faces. I’m about to turn back when I catch the eye of the cute
stewardess at the front of the plane with a small smile. Her round face is
framed perfectly by her long black hair cut into hard bangs. Her smoky eyes
turn her look of cuteness into a prowler.
    She’s seated and has her short dress pulled up slightly. Her
eyes lock with mine, and I notice she’s gently rubbing her legs up and down. I
quickly turn back to Everett.
    “I think the flight attendant is flirting with me,” I guess,
smiling.
    “Yeah, me too,” he says, pulling me towards him again and
kissing my neck. He nibbles along my collarbone and neck, sending shivers down
my body.
    “That feels amazing,” I whisper.
    His strong hands begin to push under my skirt.
    “We can’t!” I whisper-scream and giggle.
    He pauses to