“I’d like that,” I said softly.
But would it be business or pleasure? Because it sure felt like we were veering closer to date territory than anything work-related.
“You want to try it?” Harrison nodded toward the steering apparatus in front of me. “Flying?”
“No!” I squeaked out, shocked and horrified at the suggestion. “Absolutely not!”
“Aw, come on. You can do anything. You’re Gwen Fucking Ackland, certified badass. I’ve seen it firsthand,” Harrison said, taking his eyes off the horizon to stare at me, which made me nervous for a bunch of reasons. “You make the impossible happen. I bet you could even land this thing.”
I shrieked out a laugh. “Uh, no freaking way. You’re lucky I’m even sitting here.”
“Yeah,” Harrison rumbled. “I am.”
Iwasn’tmistaking it. He wanted me too.
“You look good as first officer,” he said softly.
I wasn’t about to let the opportunity to flirt back pass me by.
“You look good as a pilot,” I replied. “I’m impressed.”
“Seriously?” Harrison asked. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say that.”
“Oh, come on,” I leaned over to punch his unsurprisingly hard bicep. “I said it after yourAfter Darkappearance! I’m sure I’ve told you that a few times.”
He smiled. “Maybe I just like hearing it.”
“You like it when I stroke your ego, bossman?” I teased.
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer right away. Yeah, talking about stroking anything definitely put us in dicey territory, and I sort of wanted to punch myself for saying it.
“As I recall, you’re particularly good at stroking,” Harrison finally said. He glanced over at me.
Oof. We really were doing this.
“Why thank you. Why don’t you give me some specific feedback about my…abilities?”
I felt my cheeks go hot at my boldness, but I wanted to see how far he’d take it.
Harrison shifted in his seat, and I had to force myself not to check if he was already hard.
“Happy to weigh in,” he said. “Miss Ackland, your grip is perfect. Firm, but not too much so. The rhythm? Impeccable.Enthusiasm for the work? Next level. Your skills make it impossible for me to, shall we say, remain focused for longer than a few minutes.”
I could almost see his cock in my hand as he described it. Now it was my turn to adjust myself in my seat. Would George still be able to fly the plane if I unzipped Harrison’s pants and swallowed him whole right now?
“Are there any areas that need improvement?” I asked.
Harison tipped his head as he considered it. “I’d say thefrequencyof the job needs adjusting.”
“Okay,” I nodded thoughtfully. “I can certainly address that. Do you have a timeframe in mind, so I can make sure this additional work gets the attention it deserves?”
I held my breath, waiting for him to answer.
His only response was to maneuver the jet, which banked dramatically. He tapped a few buttons and spoke pilot code into his headset, then finally turned to me.
“We’re heading back now. How about the second I land this thing?”
Twenty minutes later, Harrison had me by the hand and was leading me to his small office in the Ashford hangar at LAX. We’d spent the remainder of the flight speaking in dirty double entendres, and by this point, I was so freaking starved for the man I had to fight to keep from jumping him.
