Excerpt and Giveaway: Playboy Pilot by Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland

Published by Self Published on September 19th 2016
Genres: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, General
Pages: 300
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From the New York Times bestselling authors of Stuck-Up Suit and Cocky Bastard, comes a sexy new standalone novel.
Money or love? Which would you choose?
You probably just answered the question in your head thinking it's an easy decision.
For me, it's not. Did I mention it's a lot of money? A hell of a lot.
I needed to go far away to think it through.
As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when I met sexy Carter in the airport lounge. We struck up a heated conversation.
Then, he left.
I thought I'd never see him again.
But fate had other plans.
Surprise! He was the pilot of my flight.
The bigger surprise was the adventure that followed after the plane landed.
Carter was dangerous and always on the move.
Even though our connection was magnetic, I knew it was only temporary.
He would give me tickets, and I would follow him around the world to exotic places.
A bevy of flight attendant exes and rumors about Carter's reputation were never far behind.
I didn't know what to believe.
But I was addicted. Nothing else mattered anymore. And I was going to get hurt. Because a part of me wanted to be the one to finally ground the playboy pilot.
At the very least, he was taking me on a thrilling ride.
All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.

âCarter? What are you doing?â
Shit.
I laughed under my breath and banged the back of my head against the wood. âPraying?â
âDo you always breathe like that when youâre praying?â
âItâs an intense prayer.â
âWhat are you really doing?â
âI think you might know what Iâm really doing, Kendall.â
âCan I come in?â
Still fully erect, I tucked my cock back into my pants as best I could before opening the door.
Her eyes trailed down to my massive erection. âIâm sorryâĤ.to make you resort to that.â
âItâs okay. My hand and I havenât spent time like this since I was a teenager. I think he missed me.â
âWhat were you thinking about?â
âYou.â
âYeahâĤbut what specifically?â
âIt was this fantasy of fucking you on the dance floor back at the club.â
She looked down at me again. Her expression was serious when she asked, âYou need some help?â
âI thought you said we werenât going to go there.â
âI canât have sex with you. But I want to touch you. I could take my clothes off, let you finish what you started. You knowâĤhelp you.â
Looking up at the ceiling, I shook my head. âYou have no fucking clue, do you?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHow crazy you make me. Thereâs no halfway with you. Jerking off with your naked body right in front of meâĤnot being able to do what I really want to youâĤwould be torture. I donât have that kind of willpower, not with you, not anymore. Even when I kiss you, all I can think about is burying myself inside of you. But you naked in front of me? Too much, Kendall. When you strip down for me, I want it to be when youâre ready to let me have you. Otherwise, itâs better if I donât know what Iâm missing out on.â
Looking filled with remorse, she waved her hands. âOkay. I get it. Iâm sorryâĤfor interrupting.â
âGo back to bed. Iâll be right there.â
After Kendall left, I closed my eyes in regret. Was I crazy for turning her away like that?
Now that she knew what I was up to in here, I couldnât relax. Still needing release like a motherfucker, I turned on the shower and got in. Ironically, I jerked myself to thoughts of her naked body against the bathroom door and imagined she was watching me.
Fuck my life.
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