James.

I almost came right then. Becca didn’t mind if I got her pregnant again.

Hell, now I was going to make it my mission.

I pushed into her with a groan, relishing the sublime feeling of being inside her again. The time we’d spent having angry sex on the jet hadn’t been nearly enough.

“Ohhh… yeah. F*ck me,” Becca said, digging her fingernails into my shirt.

Apparently being a frequent flier in the mile-high club wasn’t enough ...