Page 73 of Discretion

My skin flushed with heat, my pleasure rising with every stroke of his finger. He added another, using his thumb to circle my clit at the same time. Oh god. I’m going to come. I need to come.

I groaned, rocking my hips, seeking more friction. More…something. “Please,” I whined.

“Please, what?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. When I said nothing more, he added, “Don’t be shy, love.”

My head dropped, and I jolted awake with a start.What the…

I blinked a few times, trying to reorient myself. I was on the private jet with Knox, Kendall, Nate, Emerson, and Jasper. I blinked a few more times and tried to slowly, discreetly, slide to a more upright position.

Because…fuck.

I’d just had a sex dream about my boss. In front of him and his family. In front. Of him.Andhis. Family.

Oh god.I felt as if I might throw up.

The dream… It had felt…so real. I’d woken with a start, horny and confused.

What if they’d noticed me sleeping? What if I’d moaned in my sleep? Or said something embarrassing? Oh god. What if I’d said something incriminating?

My cheeks heated, and I wanted to hurl myself out the nearest emergency exit, parachute be damned.

I knew what Zara would say. She’d tell me it was my subconscious trying to force me to see the truth of the situation. She’d claim that my mind was telling me what my body—and my heart—already knew.

And I’d tell her it was a dream. Nothing more.

But in my gut, I’d know she was right.

Right. Okay. Just…stay calm. No reason to freak out.

Or at least, I didn’t want anyone else to realize I was freaking out. About the dream. About what it meant. About my feelings for Jasper.

I tried to settle myself, using the condensed version of his five-finger exercise. I peered out the window. I concentrated on the fluffy shape of the clouds dotting the blue sky.Feel.I could feel the smoothness of the leather seat beneath me.

I inhaled slowly. I could smell…coffee? Not the usual cheap airline coffee, not for this billionaire family. It smelled like something out of a fancy Italian coffee shop. Rich and creamy. It made me long to visit the Huxley Grand in Bergamo again, walking down the cobblestone streets as the church bells rang.

And taste.I could taste my minty toothpaste. I let out a slow, measured breath and turned to my fifth sense. I could hear the hum of the private jet.

Feeling a little calmer, though still a bit off-kilter, I blinked a few more times as if to clear my vision, hoping no one had noticed. Knox and Kendall were so lost in each other, they were oblivious to anything else going on. Emerson was working on her computer while Nate read what I assumed was a printout of a script. Jasper, however, was staring right at me.

When I met his gaze, he arched his brow as if to ask, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Yep.” I turned away. My cheeks were so hot I thought they might burst into flames at any moment.

How he could look so put together was beyond me. I was a wreck and not just because of that dream. I’d barely slept last night, my mind spinning with fantasies about what might have happened had the waiter not interrupted us.

I’d tossed and turned, twisting the sheets around me while I’d replayed our conversation in the stairwell over and over. Jasper’s voice, raspy and full of anguish as he said the words that had left me stunned.

“I’ve been here, waiting for you.”

“I want to know that you’re all in.”

All in.Those two words had circled my mind like a record on repeat.All in. All in. All in.

What did that even mean?

Part of me was disappointed he hadn’t come to my room last night. The other part was relieved because I still didn’t have an answer for him.

I’d tried to picture it. Us—together. I was thrown back to a memory from last summer, from the last time he’d tried to suggestmore.