Page 170 of Pure Recklessness

After years of longing to travel, I was in Blake’s Rolls-Royce on our way to the airport for my first ever trip abroad.

The fact that I was going to Spain was mind-blowing enough. But knowing I was going on a private jet was wild.

Talk about going from zero to sixty.

Once we’d left the restaurant last night, Blake asked Geoff to drive to my place to get my passport and to give me time to pack.

I admitted straight away that apart from my Kindle and some underwear, I didn’t have anything appropriate to take.

My wardrobe was still a work in progress. I’d focused on office clothes. Not glam outfits for an impromptu trip to Marbella.

‘You won’t need underwear,’ Blake had growled. ‘And if you wear any, I’ll remove it. With my teeth.’

His words sent a bolt of desire straight to my pussy.

Our lips instantly collided and when Blake had slid his hand between my thighs, pulled my knickers to the side, then fucked me with his fingers, I’d come in minutes on the car’s back seat.

The man was a certified sex magician.

After packing a few things (including underwear), we’d returned to his penthouse where we’d fucked before falling asleep. Now here we were, minutes away from the airport.

When we arrived, Geoff headed straight to a private terminal and once our passports had been checked, he drove us directly to the jet.

‘Ready to board?’ Blake asked.

‘We can just get on the plane now?’ My brows pinched together. I thought you had to check-in and go through security inside the airport before boarding.

‘Our identity’s been verified and my team will handle the baggage.’

This really was a different world.

As I stepped out of the car and saw a sleek glossy white jet with the ‘Sated International’ logo subtly positioned on the tail, nerves and excitement rippled through me.

This was really happening.

I still couldn’t believe that my first experience of flying would be on a billionaire’s private jet. I really was living the dream.

Blake took my hand and led me up the steps.

‘Good morning, Mr Devlin.’ A blonde flight attendant grinned.

‘Hello, Stacy.’ He nodded. ‘This is Eleanor.’

‘Pleasure to meet you.’ She gave me a tight smile.

‘Nice to meet you too,’ I said.

When I stepped inside, my eyes popped. With plush cream leather armchairs, thick carpet and a sofa, it was like a five-star hotel lounge, not a plane.

‘Would you like a glass of champagne?’ Stacy asked.

It was barely nine in the morning. But it was lunchtime somewhere, right? If I was going to do the private jet thing, I might as well do it properly.

‘Yes, please.’

‘We should have breakfast first, to line our stomachs,’ Blake commanded.

‘Yes, sir. I’ll prepare the table after take-off.’ Stacy left.