Allison's POV
I woke up feeling deliciously sore in places I'd almost forgotten could feel anything at all. My body was a map of memories—each tender spot marking where Lucian's hands, mouth, and body had claimed me throughout the night.
How many times had we made love? Three? Four? I'd lost count somewhere between his whispered confessions and my own breathless pleas.
The steady hum beneath me wasn't the hotel bed I expected. Opening my eyes, I found myself tucked into a plush leather seat, a cashmere blanket draped over my body. The quiet purr of engines and the subtle pressure in my ears told me everything I needed to know.
Lucian's private jet. I was on his f*****g private jet.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." His voice, warm with amusement, came from across the aisle.
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