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As the balloon continues to rise, I feel weightless, as though we’re drifting in the breeze. The breathtaking view stretches for miles out over the Pacific Ocean. Pink and orange streaks paint the sky, and the sun appears over the horizon in a brilliant glowing ball.
“This is beautiful.”
Tug rests his chin on my shoulder from behind. His hand skims my thigh, moving under my sundress. “And so are you. I like this dress,” he whispers, his fingers inching higher.
“What are you doing?’ I ask, peeking at Greg over my shoulder. He’s oblivious to our presence.
“Watching the sunset,” Tug replies. The smug tone of his voice makes me giggle. “Relax.”
I sigh and lean my head back against his chest. My breath hitches when his fingers slide under my panties. I open my mouth to protest, but hear Tug whisper in my ear.
“Shhh … breathe … just watch the sunset.”
The view, the warm air, the adrenaline pumping through my heart toy with my desire. Clearly I have a lack of modesty or I
’m some kind of exhibitionist, because I move my feet slightly farther apart. Tug smiles against my cheek.
His fingers slide through my sex. “You’re so wet.”
I bite my lip to keep from moaning. He slips two fingers inside me, the stretching divine, and though I know Greg could be watching, my body can’t deny his touch.
“You letting me do this makes me so hard. I’m going to fuck you the moment this balloon lands.”
His promise causes a quiet moan to escape my throat, and I cover my mouth with my hand. My eyebrows crease in agony. His fingers are still buried inside me, and I move my hips, trying to alleviate the ache.
“You want me to make you come?”
“Please.”
“Please what?” he asks, his voice full of cocky confidence.
“Please make me come,” I say loudly, eagerly, not concerned whether Greg can hear me. My only concern is Tug bringing me relief.
“Enjoy the sunset, and don’t close your eyes,” he commands softly in my ear, twisting his fingers inside me before slowly removing them. They slide over my sensitive flesh. I fight to keep my eyes open, as my only focus is on the sensual feeling of his fingers working over my sex. With each stroke, the pressure mounts in my core, and the sun dips lower into the ocean.
His fingers push back inside me and work at a torturous rhythm. I taste blood from the grip my teeth have on my lip, but I don’t want to make a sound. I feel the exhalations of Tug’s hot breath increasing the closer I get to exploding. His teeth graze along my neck just as his thumb presses firmly into my clit. I can’t contain the small whimper.
Suddenly he removes his fingers and works them over my clit fast and aggressively. Spasms jolt through my sex, and I throw my head back against his chest, lifting one leg and bracing my foot on the weave of the basket, writhing against his hand.
“Let go, baby,” he exhales into my ear, his voice deep and sinful.
With one last stroke of Tug’s fingers, the orgasm ripples through my body in a wave so strong I nearly collapse. Through my blurry vision, I see a burst of green as the sun disappears behind the black sea. Tug removes his hand from my panties and spins me around. I glance quickly at Greg, who is talking into the ear piece but doesn’t seem to notice me. My cheeks burn with fervor as I peer up at Tug.
He caresses my cheek. “I love your cheeks this shade of red, but don’t be embarrassed. He heard nothing.” Tug leans over. “I’ve fantasized about that happening since I booked the flight, and you making it come true delights me.”
“I’m delightful?”
He smirks. “Very, and sexy as hell.”
The balloon landing is not nearly as graceful as takeoff. It’s actually quite a bumpy affair, and I’m grateful Tug is pressed up against me for it. Several people grab onto the basket it, steadying it as we come to a stop. Once a few ropes are secured, Tug hops out and then helps me climb over the side. His hand grips mine firmly, and he starts walking. I nearly trip, keeping up with him.
“Where are we going?”
He stops and spins to face me. “To the office.” My gaze darts over his shoulder to a small tan building. There’s no sign on the front and no one appears to be inside.
“What is it?”
“It’s a small office for entertaining clients when we bring them out for balloon rides.”
