Playing For Love Read Free

compulsion.
    I needed to own her.
    Possess her.
    My eyes swept over her sleeping form, still touched that she'd packed for me. It meant so much to me. It was small, but it represented what I wanted with her, the familiarity. I wanted her to be that comfortable all the time, taking any initiative in my life. It was enough to make me consider giving her phone back to her before we were married. 
    Maybe not.
    She still didn't seem to have a clue that she had complete power over me. She certainly wasn't using it. 
    I pulled up to the hanger with five minutes to spare. A young guy emerging from the waiting jet surprised me when I stepped out of the car—I'd requested a female crew. I looked him over. He was thin, early twenties, dark hair and eyes, on the pale side.
    Since I met her, I was sizing up every man I saw, determining if he was a threat—this guy wasn't.
    “Mr. Taylor?” he asked.
    “Yeah. Any delays?” I asked, anxious to get Austin on that plane.
    “No, sir. Whenever you're ready. I'm Rick. If there—”
    “Could you grab the bags and her purse?”
    She still didn't show any signs of waking when I opened her door. I'd never seen her this tired before.
    “Come on, Austin. Wake up. We gotta go. The plane is waiting on us.” Still nothing. Then I remembered her period and that she was probably just exhausted.
    Rick appeared at my shoulder. “Does she need medical assistance? We have someone on call for—”
    “No. She's fine,” I barked a little quickly.  
    “Mr. Taylor, if she is—”
    “Austin, answer me,” I barked at her.
    “David. Shut up. I'm tired,” she murmured.
    I unbuckled her seatbelt and picked her up, relieved to get that bitchy little attitude from her. The attendant barely moved out of the way when I turned, her bare feet grazing him.
    Fuck, I forgot her shoes. Shit.
    Rick hurried behind me as I carried Austin onto the plane.
    I knew when I pulled up, Aaron had booked the right jet. Getting it on such short notice was impressive—despite his failure to get a female crew. I was going to have to give the guy a raise. The cabin was warm and inviting with neutral tones, oversized leather seating, and walnut accents. It wasn't as comfortable as home, but it was the best you could get on a chartered jet.
    Sitting down on the long bench seat, I settled Austin in my lap. I knew the attendant was going to ask for her driver’s license. I also knew they wouldn't want us going to the back until after takeoff. Normally, I wouldn't give a fuck what they wanted, but I wasn't willing to risk getting grounded right now.
    “Mr. Taylor, can I see her I.D. please?” His tone indicated he believed exactly what I was afraid of—that Austin was underage.
    Goddamn it.
     
     
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    “Bring me the bags.” My voice gave away my annoyance.
    Shifting Austin over as he placed the bags next to me, I pulled her passport and wallet out of her purse and handed them to him. Then I busied myself with getting her situated and buckled in.
    “She is twenty-seven?” The disbelief in his voice was clear.
    “Yeah,” I answered, not bothering to look at him.
    He didn't say anything.
    I finally sat back and glanced at him. He wasn't paying attention to her I.D. anymore.
    “When're we leaving?” I asked, getting pissed with his gaze lingering on my girl's tits.
    I guess he thinks he can verify her age by those.
    Staring him down, I pulled her closer, tucking her into my side, covering her cleavage with my forearm. I knew men stared at her. Coveted her. How could they not? Didn't mean I was going to let that shit slide. 
    “Miss James?” he asked, reaching for her when she didn't respond. 
    My hand was around his wrist before I could process what I was doing. “Don't,” I warned darkly. Too dark. I tried shifting to something more neutral. “She doesn't like being touched by strangers.”
    He looked at my hand and paused. I saw fear flicker across his face. Then I remembered