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Nor am I. Focus is the one area where I excel, and it’s about to serve me very well.
PJ leans back on the seat, her hips swiveled so I can get exactly where I need to be in the small space we have. I reach up with both hands and grip her hips underneath her skirt. Her skin is soft and pliant under my hands, and I dig my fingers in, wanting to possess her in every way I can.
It’s different than I’ve ever been with a woman, wanting to feel her pleasure more than my own, but it’s like a drug. Knowing she doesn’t want anything from me makes me want to give her everything.
I can’t get enough of the little sounds she makes when I touch her, and I’m fucking grateful that the headset was made ofcheap plastic so I could break it in half and still have her sounds filtering through my ears.
With two fingers, I slide her lace thong down her legs. Crumpling it into a ball, I stuff it into the hip pocket of my jeans. Maybe I’ll give it back to her. Maybe not.
I listen to the sound of her heavier breaths coming through the headset. It fuels me to part her legs a little bit more so I can look at her. All pink and perfect beneath my hands.
I rub her clit with my thumb and feel her body quake. Another swipe, harder this time, and she moans. Again. And again. Her moans fuel me, sending lightning shocks through my body, dead-ending at my dick.
Leaning in, I replace my fingers with my tongue. Rolling over her clit. Feeling new jolts of pleasure each time she feels them.
Sliding a finger inside her, I keep working her over with my tongue. Lapping up every drop.
Her moans turn to cries, and I feel her hips shudder beneath my hand. She clenches around my finger, and I slide a second one inside. So tight, so wet for me.
“I—Colin, I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” I say against her flesh, wanting her to lose control, wishing for her to let me be the one to get her there. I could do this every minute of every day just to experience her feeling this good. It’s a high I’m never going to achieve, even if I put an astronaut on Mars.
At that moment, I realize how gone for her I am.
I’ve never put anything above my dreams of exploring the red planet, and it shocks me for a moment to realize I just did. And to realize it doesn’t bother me one bit.
I’m also very glad I’ve done away with the mouthpiece of my headset because otherwise, I just might tell her everything, which would be a giant mistake.
We have an expiration date when I return to work, and it’s nearing rapidly.
With my fingers deep inside PJ and my tongue circling her clit, I regain my focus. She grips my shoulder with one hand, and her fingers rake through my hair with the other.
“Colin—”
I inhale her sweet scent and listen intently as she comes undone beneath me. It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
It doesn’t take long before we hover over the landing pad atop the AstroTech building. It’s painted with a black and blue bull’s-eye, which I happen to know the pilot doesn’t need in order to land the helicopter. He expertly lowers the bird onto the roof with barely a bump when we touch down.
A minute later, the rotors begin to slow, and I reach over to unbuckle PJ’s seat belt. She still has the same dreamy look plastered across her face, and I take a moment to kiss her back to reality.
“You okay?” I can’t erase the smirk from my face at the sounds I’ll have forever etched in my brain. Every damn time I ride in this helicopter until the end of my days, I won’t be able to unfeel her orgasm.
She nods and kisses me in response. I grab her hand and make my way around to where the pilot exits the copter. He nods at me, his expression stoic and professional. If he has any idea what happened behind his seat, he has the good sense not to try tobrome with a wink. Good thing because I’d fire him for it.
When we get inside the elevator that takes us down to the lobby, PJ turns to me, concern lacing her brow. I don’t like thelook of it, especially compared to the bliss I witnessed for ten minutes over San Mateo.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling her close, our hands caught between us. I raise them up so they’re over her heart.
She worries her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Penelope June, what’s up?”
“Is that, like, your thing?”
“Is what my thing?” I feel like I should know what she’s talking about, and not knowing makes me feel dumb in a way I hate.
“You know, what we just did. Do you go down on women in your helicopter? Is that, like, athingfor you?”
