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His scent is an alluring blend of beach and citrus, the salty breeze leaving a pleasant wisp on his hair, accompanied by the kiss of his after shave. He stays close to me, while we watch the ground move further and further away, until we reach our cruising altitude and the seatbelt signs are switched off.
He’s still leaning into me when I open my eyes and we look at each other, a cautious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You don’t hate me,” he says in a whisper.
His words come out of nowhere, and I arch my eyebrows in surprise.
“What makes you say that?”
“The way you just looked at me,” he says, placing a hand on my thigh, while our eyes remain locked onto each other. “You want to hate me, but you can’t.”
“Well, you’re not making this easy,” I say.
I watch his hand trail across my thigh, and I know I should cast it away. I know I should keep my distance from him—but I can’t. He’s so close, the warmth of his magnificent body soothing me, while his touch elates me with desire.
“We’re not back in California, yet,” he says, adding a suggestive wink.
A moan flees my lips, when he provides my thigh with a strong squeeze. The plane starts jerking with mild turbulence, but his hand remains on my thigh, moving back and forth, while moving closer to my core with every stroke. My chest heaves with erratic breaths, and I can’t stop myself from parting my legs for him. We’re alone in the passenger cabin. It’s just us, and the captain and his co-captain, both of them in the cockpit at the front, behind a closed door. Chase negated the offer of a flight attendant, and I’m beginning to think that there was a reason behind it.
“We can’t…,” I utter. “Not here.”
He looks surprised, when he responds: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I’m sure he notices the heat that rushes to my cheeks and causes my ears to glow with shame, and he laughs when I try to retreat and remove myself from his touch.
“No need to be shy, Madison,” he says. “I like your idea.”
“My idea?” I exclaim. And he laughs when I throw a taunting look at his hand on my thigh.
“It would be stupid,” I tell him.
“It was stupid from the beginning,” he argues.
He lifts his hand to my face, gently tugging a loose strand of hair behind my ear, before he leans in for a kiss. It’s an innocent peck at first, but I refuse to leave it at that. I can’t possibly resist him now that I’ve been given a taste. My demand becomes clear when I intensify our kiss, our tongues intertwining in a hungry dance within moments.
A surge of regret fills me when I start to think that he may have been right last night. We could have enjoyed ourselves, instead of facing the ugly truth that awaits us once this plane lands. We could have been stupid, but happy for one more night.
Right now, I want nothing more than to be stupid and have one last taste of the best sex I’ve ever had.
He breaks our kiss, fixating me with a solemn look, when he whispers: “I’m sorry for—”
“I don’t want to talk,” I say, before hooking a finger under his collar and pulling him in for another kiss.
He releases a soft moan, when I start caressing his strong chest through the fabric of his shirt, while my hand travels down to his lap. He starts to get hard the moment my hand finds his bulge, fondling and cupping him, until his pants get stretched so much that it almost looks painful.
“You’re unbelievable,” he breathes through our kiss.
“We’re not back in California, yet,” I say, while I begin to unbutton his shirt.
“I’ve always wanted to join the Mile High Club.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t so far,” I retort, while pulling his shirt over his shoulders.
“Guess I had to wait for the right person.”
His words bring a pause to our actions, leaving us in a speechless state for a moment before we both choose to ignore the gravity of his words. I’m not ‘the right person’ for him in any regard, and we best remember that. This is purely carnal, a momentary lapse of judgment that provides us with short-lived pleasure—not at all rational.
He pulls me onto his lap, frantically pulling the dress over my head, while I straddle him. I move my hands to my back to unclasp my bra, while he unbuttons his pants to free his hardened length.
