His Passion (By His Command #4) Read Online Free Page B

being watched came over me again. I looked over my shoulder and
saw the driver of the car staring at me, touching his cheek. He
smiled but there was nothing kind about it.
    We boarded the plane and I couldn’t wait to
get the hell out of the state… maybe it would take the feeling of
being watched away.
    Maybe.

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    Jonathan demanded we sleep since we were
safe up in the air.
    That’s exactly how he worded it too, making
it impossible to fall asleep comfortably.
    He hadn’t acknowledged the idea of us being
in trouble, getting in trouble, or doing anything wrong. He kept
his arms tight around me, holding me to his body. I hated the
position we were in so I managed to roll to my other side, facing
Jonathan.
    His eyes were open and lost in thought.
    Was this how this man relaxed? Did he ever
stop thinking? Working?
    “I won’t sleep until you’re asleep,” he
whispered. “Protection.”
    “Thank you,” I said. “Mr. Black.”
    “Good girl,” he said. He came forward and
kissed my forehead. “My beautiful Isabella Grace.”
    When he said my name, it created a blanket
of peace around me. I left my eyes stared at him for a few more
seconds, taking it all in, and then I closed my eyes.
    We were on the run. We were murderers. We
were together.
    Every second of our lives ticked down
towards death, like everyone else, but for us, it seemed to tick
louder and perhaps even a little faster.
    Asleep, I was in the arms of billionaire
Jonathan Black, and for all I cared, death could come get me right
then and there.
    But it didn’t.
    I woke to something touching my face. I
recognized it as fingers. Caressing my cheek, down to my neck,
around and up to my chin. The fingers along my jaw, back to my
cheek, repeating the same motion. I felt my eyes flutter but tried
to fight it, not wanting to give away that I was awake.
    “Open your eyes.”
    When I did, I found Jonathan Black staring
at me. He had since taken his suit jacket off, telling me that he
had watched me fall asleep, then got up to deal with business. I
had to understand that no matter we were doing, he still had a
massive global company to run. It wasn’t that long ago I stood in
his office, thousands of miles away, making plans to fly to
California. We were supposed to go to California to handle
business, which turned out to be Oliver Rush creating his own
deathbed.
    “Where are we?” I whispered.
    “Almost there. Do you like snow?”
    “If I’m with you, I like anything.”
    “Good answer.”
    His hand moved from my face to my shoulder,
forcing me to my back. His hand left my body but only for a few
seconds before touching me at my stomach. His fingers curled,
lifting my shirt followed by his fingers twisting at the button on
my pants.
    I moaned and reached for him with my right
hand. I cupped his thickness, surprised that he was already hard. I
had mastered the zipper on his suit pants by now, that tiny smooth
zipper that barely made any noise.
    His fingers were moving down into my panties
with speed, seeking out my sweet curve, leading to my wetness. When
his fingers touched my slit, he groaned as though he was surprised
that I was wet. I looked at him and smiled. Of course I was wet…
Jonathan Black was gorgeous and my body couldn’t resist it.
    He touched me with gentle care, the tips of
his fingers penetrating me. He circled and stretched me, slipping
two fingers into me. His other hand pulled up my shirt right to the
bottom of my bra, leaving my stomach exposed for whatever he had
planned.
    My hand was inside his pants, digging
through cloth, finding his warm, hard skin. I pulled, yet another
mastering feat of mine, and took Jonathan out of his pants. He was
long and throbbing, my hand moving faster and eager.
    Jonathan’s fingers were going right for the
orgasmic kill. My hand remained tight on his shaft and I stroked
him, giving it right back. I stared at him as he stared at me, our
breathing obviously loud. We were able to release all the