Sliding farther in, I use two fingers to glide through her flesh and then press inside.She’s tight as hell, waking my cock back up again.
Emily grips my arms, panting while I do some quick mathematics working out how we could fuck in this small space.
It isn’t happening.I’m six foot four and two hundred and forty pounds.Of muscle.
Pumping harder and faster, hindered by the tight leggings, I feel my little British passenger start to shudder, and my lips stretch into a proud grin.Lifting her mouth to mine, I smash mine to hers, and we moan together as she begins to orgasm.
I want more.
I need to fuck this woman.
Next week we’ll meet up so I can sink deep inside her and watch as she completely falls apart, screaming my name.While I lick the taste of her juices from my lips.
You don’t waste this kind of chemistry.
In fact, I don’t remember wanting to fuck a woman as intensely as I do Emily.
“Come, sweetheart,” I rasp against her mouth.
“Bastian,” she cries and falls apart around my fingers.
Then collapses against my chest.
Christ.
Right now, I’d pay ten million dollars to get everyone off this plane so I could fuck Emily Harper.
I might even send Jeremy a bonus check.
CHAPTER FIVE
EMILY
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God, I feel like shit.I have a hangover and haven’t been able to fall asleep.Not for lack of trying.
