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A smile spread across his gorgeous mouth, and he grabbed my hand as we walked to the stairs of the private jet. A server was standing there with a bottle of champagne and two empty glasses. Micheal took the bottle and poured me a glass.
“We have a deal.”
*Shelby*
I gladly took the glass of champagne from Michael as he guided me up the steps of his private jet, his hand gently resting on the small of my back.
The cabin was decorated in cool tones accented by black leather seats and couches. The shades were halfway drawn on each of the windows, and the lights slightly dimmed, giving a romantic glow to the space.
I stood in the center of the cabin, unsure of where to sit or how to behave on a private flight.
“Make yourself comfortable, and I will let the pilot know that we are ready to take off,” Micheal said.
Before walking away, he sl*pped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for another slow k**s. The smell of his sandalwood cologne enveloped me, and I instantly felt at ease.
I took a seat on one of the couches, embellished with a caramel-colored fur blanket over the armrest. I took a sip of the champagne, and Michael returned, taking the seat next to me.
“We are about ready to go. We will be in the air in just a few minutes.”
I smiled as I looked into his deep green eyes. I loved the way they softened every time he caught me staring at him.
“I still can’t believe you are here. I was fully prepared to spend the entire flight distracting myself with true crime podcasts,” I said with a small laugh. I wasn’t scared of flying, but I also didn’t like to leave my mind unoccupied to imagine the worst happening.
“Well, I hope you’re not too disappointed,” Michael said t**singly.
“This is so much better,” I said and sl*pped my hand into his.
“If you need to be distracted, I do have a few suggestions,” he said with a wink.
The jet started moving slowly as it pulled away from the private hangar. I sq***zed his hand slightly as I felt us up speed. I was grateful for the distraction of Michael’s flirting. I had a suspicion that he was doing it on purpose for my benefit.
“I have heard of some kind of special club that some people get to join while flying,” I said, matching Micheal’s flirtatious energy.
The jet leveled out after taking off and I took the opportunity to set down my glass of champagne. Micheal did the same and reached out to pull me to him.
“This jet has a small bedroom in the back, but I honestly don’t know if I can wait.”
Michael’s l*ps met mine with an urgency that sent heat coursing through every part of me. I wr*pped my arms around his neck and pulled myself against him, as close as I could. Our mingled breath came in gasps as we melted into the moment.
Finally, we had no well-meaning, but nosey roommate or pushy business partner to ruin the moment.
Michael’s strong arms shifted until he was supporting my weight. He carried me to the back of the jet, where he’d mentioned there was a bedroom waiting for us. He used his back to push open the door; I was too busy to take in the room around us.
Micheal tossed me on the bed and crawled over the top of me.
“I have missed you, missed this,” he purred, claiming my l*ps as his own again.
I felt his hand slide under my thick sweater and slide it over the top of my head. The fast change of temperature only made me want Michael closer. His k**ses traveled from my ear and down my neck, tantalizingly slow.
He k**sed along the lining of my bra, a small gasp escaped my l*ps, and I writhed beneath him as I longed for him to take my hardened peak bet**en his l*ps.
I reached for his belt and busied myself undoing it. My shaky fi**gers fumbled with the clasp, excited and nervous to be with him again. Michael chuckled softly at me, but eventually, it gave way, allowing me to access his top b**ton and zipper.
I wanted to rip the fabric from his body and feel his soft l*ps on my br***ts.
I was impatient to feel his body against mine again, but Michael insisted on slowing everything down; he always liked to take his time, as though he was savoring every moment. The slowness of his k**ses only made my body physically ache with desire for him.
I pulled at the b**tons of his shirt and pulled him closer to me with the open ends of his collar.
He uncl*pped the clasp of my bra and let it fall to the bed. His soft k**ses trailed every part of my ch*st as he made his way down to my belly b**ton.
My arousal burned inside of me even as the cold temperature of the cabin nipped at my naked body. Michael pulled me closer to him.
“Are you cold?” he whispered against my neck, his breath fanning out and warming my flesh.
“A little,” I m**ned softly.
“Well, just imagine us lying on the hot sand of a private beach instead, which is exactly where I plan to spend my entire week with you.”
Shivers continued to move down my naked body in response to him. I did my best to give him a verbal response, but my ability to speak evaporated when his l*ps met my bare skin. He paused only long enough to sl*p on a condom.
“Are you ready to join the mile-high club?” Michael asked as he slowly k**sed below my belly b**ton.
“Yes,” I panted as I lifted my h*ps to meet his k**ses.
Michael grinned before pushing his t***ue against my cl*t suddenly. I took in a quick breath and m**ned with satisfaction as he moved his t***ue rhythmically.
Using his fi**gers he t**sed around my entrance, coaxing more and more w*tness with every stroke. I ran my hands through his hair gripping it tightly in my hands as I writhed with pleasure.