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“That’s it,” he murmured once more against my lips. “You belong to us now.”
And I mewed my assent, even if I didn’t understand the words. Because who was us? What did “belonging” mean? All I knew was the right here, right now, splattered in a billionaire’s cum as he touched my secret spaces, our breaths mingling as we enjoyed one another.
But the mystery grew deeper.
Because I was leaving tomorrow, on another leg to Atlanta.
What would happen then?
And as the billionaire teased my hole lightly, he murmured into my ear.
“Remember me,” were his words, thumb skating over my clit. “Remember.”
And I sighed into his arms, curvy form undulating.
Because how could I forget?
This was the adventure of a lifetime … and I’d never be the same again.
CHAPTER THREE
Aaron
My phone rang just as my foot stepped onto the metal rung. I grabbed my twin brother’s arm.
“Yo,” came my grunt. “Wait up. Damien’s on the line. Damien, my bro,” I boomed. “You’re on speaker. Andrew’s here with me.”
Because Andrew’s my identical twin. We’ve done everything together for years now. Played hockey when we were young. Roommates at college even. And finally, our empire. Oh yeah, we have a multi-billion dollar business called Aerodynamix, which is a holding corp. That means Aerodynamix owns other corporations, everything from dog food manufacturers to insurance. So yeah, Andrew and I have been called the new Warren Buffet, even if we didn’t live in Omaha.
“What up?” grunted Andrew, somewhat impatient. “About to board.”
But Damien Dawson was just as terse.
“She’s a good one,” his voice rasped, the connection a little crackly. “Real good. Treat her well, you’ll enjoy it.”
And with that the receiver clicked.
Andrew and I shared a surprised look. Because a thumbs-up from Damien is the equivalent of getting a pardon from the Pope after committing adultery. Man, the girl had to be something if our buddy had decided to call.
But hey, Damien is Damien. And we get it. Being CEO can be tedious. Lots of paperwork to review, lots of decisions to make. And the amount of travel would drive a sane person nuts.
So Elite Airlines was created by a group of my buddies in order to make the flights a little more enjoyable. Yes, there’s wi-fi on board. Yes, there’s a comfortable bed for red-eyes. Yes, there are good snacks and even better drinks, plenty of top shelf alcohol. It’s worth it for sure. Because when you’re in the air as much as us, who wants to go through airport security and breathe recycled air with the masses? Fuck no.
So yeah, Elite Airlines was formed by a group of billionaire CEOs. It aims to provide everything a man night need on a flight, including specific types of on-board entertainment.
Because we screen our stewardesses carefully. Or more accurately, we pay Helena to do the screening, with an eye towards a couple things.
Curves everywhere.
Sweet smiles.
And a willingness to serve.
Oh yeah, taking a ride aboard Elite Air is the perfect end to a long day of boring meetings and factory inspections. It was worth it hands down.
And Damien had just called to tell us that the newest stewardess was top notch. Holy shit. So massive figures towering, we moved like panthers up the metal ladder and into the small cabin.
Damien hadn’t exaggerated.
