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Cole stopped outside a particular door and swiped his membership card through the slot to unlock it. He pushed open the door, ushered me inside … and suddenly I was in a private jet.
I felt my brows shoot up. Windows with shades lined the marble-effect cream walls. Blue spotlights dotted the white ceiling. Adjacent from a long leather sofa were two wide, matching recliners facing each other.
Also, there was a red velvet curtain on the left, as if acting as a divider between the cabin and the cockpit. An identical curtain could be found on the other side of the area, as if blocking the entrance to the galley.
With a hand on my lower back, Cole shepherded me along the carpeted aisle toward the seating area. Pausing beside the recliners, he held out a hand. “Panties.”
It was such a casually spoken request, as if he was asking to borrow my phone. No, as if he was asking me to returnhisphone to him … like any part of me, including my own clothes, belonged to him. And my blood promptly heated.
Not moving my gaze from his, I slowly but deftly removed my underwear, bunched them into a ball, and then placed them into his outstretched hand. “I’ll want them back.”
“You’ll get them back.”
I wasn’t so sure I believed him.
We each settled into a recliner, and I placed my purse under my seat. Beneath the hissing of the air conditioning were sounds coming from behind the curtain that, if this were a real cabin, would lead to the galley area—murmurs of voices, dishware clinking, cupboards clicking shut. It was easy to sink into the illusion that we were aboard a jet; that, more, we weren’t alone.
Opposite me, Cole stretched out his legs and placed his arms on the rests, claiming his space in a very dominant gesture. He raked his heated eyes over me. “Only one thing could make my view better. Slide up your dress and spread your thighs. Show me what’s mine.”
The order was so casual and expectant. But rather than make me bristle, it made something in me … settle. Like I could now breathe easier, because I didn’t have to think or worry anymore—the control was in his hands now, giving me the reprieve I needed in a way I could never quite put into words.
I sank into the moment and did what he asked—well, commanded.
“That’s a good girl. Now pull your tits out of that dress. Hmm, just like that.” His gaze did a slow, sweep over me, gleaming with need and satisfaction. “Fucking perfect.”
My nipples tightened under his scrutiny, and a warmth spread from my core outwards.
“Tonight,” he began, his voice low and calm, “I want to fuck you slow and deep. But not the first time. Our first round is going to be rough. I’m going to take you hard. Maybe too hard. So I need you to get yourself wet, or it’s going to hurt when I fuck you. I don’t want that.”
My hormones were now all in a freaking flutter. “I’m already wet after all the teasing you did in the lounge while we ate.”
“I want you even wetter.”
He wanted to watch me touch myself—that was mostly what this was about. I had to fight a blush as I lowered my hand to my pussy. I was no shy flower, but touching myself in front of him … it made me feel vulnerable. Nonetheless, I put on a show for him—rolling, rubbing, and flicking my clit over and over.
His hands flexed on the armrests. “Inside you, baby, put that finger inside you.”
I slipped it through my folds and thrust it into my pussy with a sharp gasp.
Cursing, he tore open his fly and pulled out his dick. “Another finger, Iz,” he said, sliding his fist up and down his shaft. “I want to see you shoving two up there.”
I added another and upped my pace, pumping and pumping and pumping.
“All mine,” he growled, his eyes on my pussy. “No one else gets to see you like this. Only me.”
I felt my orgasm begin to crawl toward me, but I gave no outward sign of it, not trusting that he wouldn’t let me come so soon. I kept thrusting my fingers, biting on my lip in case my moans became too loud, too desperate, too—
“Stop.”
I halted mid-thrust with a sound of complaint. “Why?”
His brow lifted. “You think I don’t know when my baby’s about to come?”
Ugh.
He released his dick and crooked his finger. “Bring my pussy over here.”
Swallowing back a frustrated huff, I pushed to my feet. My legs were a little shaky as I moved to stand before him.
