Page 12 of Tryst


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“No,” he can’t leave the elevator fast enough when it opens at the lobby.

Apparently he’s never seen the movie.

He walks directly to Alex, who is sitting in one of the plush chairs by reception, and whispers something in his ear. Alex glances at me and chuckles before returning his attention to Andres, “Get the car and we’ll meet you out front.”

Standing from his chair, Alex looks impeccable. He is wearing a pair of very well-tailored, dark navy trousers and a white, button-up, shirt – all of which accentuates the physique I know it is covering.

How am I so underdressed for the airport?

He walks to me and takes my tote bag before kissing the side of my neck.

Oh. We’re still doing that?

The lines of this one night stand are a little fuzzy with him buying me a flight home and all.

“You ready to go?” He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me outside to where Andres is waiting with the car.

“Eduardo is waiting for us at the airport, sir,” Andres opens the door for the two of us, “He said everything has been taken care of.”

“Thank you,” Alex guides me into the car and then slides in beside me.

A few minutes into our ride, Alex places his hand on my knee and slowly slides it up my thigh. His hands on my body immediately bring back memories of just how good his hands on me feel.

“It’s a shame you wore jeans,” his hand travels the rest of my thigh and firmly grips my pussy, causing me to gasp.

His hand, still rubbing hard against me, my breaths get raspy as he works me closer and closer to an orgasm through my pants. As my hips begin rocking to meet his rough touch, he leans down to my ear and gravelly whispers, “I was planning to fuck you on the way the airport.”

His lips travel my neck and he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

“And that isn’t nearly as much fun when you’re in pants,” his lips kiss over the fabric of the shirt covering my breasts.

Trying to be quiet with Andres on the other side of the car’s divider, I bite my lip and quiet moans come from my mouth.

“You’re so fucking close,” he growls into my ear before patting my pussy and putting his hand back on my knee. “Too bad that now we’re both going to have to wait until we’re on the plane.”

Fuck.

I squirm in my seat, my body needing the release he just denied me.

“I am not joining the Mile High Club in some tiny, dirty airplane bathroom,” my words still breathy, as I try to regain my composure.

“I would never ask you to do such a thing,cerecita,” he finishes when the car comes to a stop.

Andres cracks the divider, “We’re here, sir. Are you ready to board?”

“Yes,” he looks at me for a moment as he slides his hand back up my thigh, “I think we’re more than ready.”

A moment later my door opens. Stepping out, I realize that we are not at the airport. At least not the airport I used when I flew into Mexico. Turning back to face Alex, I notice that there is a large plane with the wordsMarcano Enterpriseswritten by the tail.

Closing the distance between us, Alex leans back down to my ear, “But I do intend to have you join the Mile High Club to help me christen my new plane.”

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ALEJANDRO

“Alex,” Izzy exclaims as she steps onto the plane behind me, “This is not a plane. This is a fucking house that flies.”

Eduardo and Andres sit on the couch while doing their best to stifle their laughs, even though they don’t do a good job.

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