We bid the team goodbye and make our way onto the seaplane. The engines make it impossible to talk, not that I have much to say.
As they say, actions speak louder than words, and Kat’s actions this morning were pretty clear.
Last night was a one-off, never to be repeated.
I’m taking it she expects professionalism.
Well, Ms Frazer, I can give you that in bucket loads. Professional is my middle name. It’s what I’ve built my reputation on.
We make it to the main airport and are driven to the Frazer jet.
Claudia is waiting to greet us, her smile a welcome sight.
“Ms Kathryn, Mr Jaxson, welcome on board. It’s good to see you both. I hope you’ve enjoyed your trip. Please let me know if there is anything I can get you.”
Kat greets her and heads onboard, moving to the back of the plane.
I throw my bag onto one of the chairs near the front, dropping myself down at one of the tables.
I’m too fired up to sit and make polite conversation.
I’m not sure what to say, anyway.
What do you say to the woman who, less than twelve hours ago, was screaming your name as she came hard around your cock, while riding you bareback? To all but ignoring you, hours later.
Shit.
The memory of my cock sliding in and out of Kat uncovered, her desire coating me, glistening in the light. My cum lining the walls of her pussy, dripping out of her.
I choke back the memory to stop myself from moaning.
I drop my chin to my chest and close my eyes, willing away the growing pressure building behind my eyes.
I open them to find Kat with her nose buried in her laptop. Her pendant clasped in her hand.
I exhale quietly.
Time to begin finessing my proposal. It may be two, nearly three weeks away, but I’m sure there are other things that’ll need my attention once I return to reality. I’ve stayed off the grid since coming here, with only upper management having the ability to contact me in case of an emergency.
I check my email, and the download count is going up and up.
My gaze shifts to Kat, but she’s still in the same position.
Claudia appears.
“Can I get you anything to drink before takeoff?”
I glance up and smile.
“A beer,” I say.
She smiles in her usual manner. “Of course.”
If she thinks anything is off, she doesn’t let on, instead she moves towards Kat and asks the same question.
Kat turns her head, but her gaze skims over me. I miss what she orders, but Claudia smiles and heads back into her area.
She returns a few minutes later and places a bottle of beer and a glass next to me.
