Rashid

With Lyla spread out beautifully for me on the bed, I couldn’t help but realize that if I wanted to take her right here and now—call up a cab and get us both back to the hangar where my jet sat and put us both on a plane to Dubai—I could.

Would she fight me? Would she let me whisk her away like I wanted—no, needed—to?

Lyla moans when I lifted my mouth off her, her fingers tightening in my hair and dragging ...