“That’s it. Let me feel you.” I groan into her neck. “Show me how much you need this cock, sweetheart.”
Her head falls forward, forehead against mine. “Don…”
“Look at me.” I grip her chin, forcing her gaze back to mine. “You’re mine now. You understand.”
Her moan is everything.
“You like that?” I murmur. “Riding your bosses cock thirty thousand feet in the air?”
She tightens around me. “God, yes.”
I thrust up into her, grinding deeper. “Say you’re mine, Emma.”
“I’m yours. Fuck, Don—I’m so close—”
“That's it, baby,” I growl, my hands firm around her waist, taking control, bouncing her hard and fast on my lap. “Wreck me. Show me how this little pussy comes for me.”
She breaks like lightning—loud, raw, clenching around me as her climax tears through her. And I follow, hips jerking up as I spill inside her with a guttural curse.
When we finally collapse together—sweaty, breathless, clinging—I cradle her head to my chest.
We stay that way, heartbeats tangled, until my pulse slows and my brain comes back online. She doesn’t say anything. Just kisses my throat and tucks herself against me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And hell, maybe it is.
Because this—this need, this tenderness, this impossible connection between us—feels like the only real thing I’ve ever known. A full minute passes before either of us even speaks.
"That was—" Emma starts.
“The best sex you’ve had thirty thousand feet it the air.” I offer.
She smiles, her hands curl into the hair at my nape. She looks contented and sleepy and thoroughly ravished. "To be fair, you’re pretty incredible in a hotel room, too."
"Just pretty incredible?"
"Don't fish for compliments. You know you're good at this."
"I'm good at a lot of things." I kiss her temple. "But making you come is rapidly becoming my favorite."
She laughs, the sound throaty and warm. "Your ego is showing."
"My everything is showing." I glance down meaningfully. "In case you hadn't noticed."
"Trust me, I noticed." She shifts slightly, and we both hiss at the sensation. "We should probably... get dressed. Before we land."
"Probably." But I don't move, and neither does she.
We stay like that for another few minutes, just holding each other, and I think to myself—This. This is what I've been missing.
Not just the sex—though that's admittedly phenomenal—but this. The after. The quiet intimacy of just being with someone who matters.
"Don?" Emma's voice is soft, almost vulnerable.
"Yeah?"
"What happenswhen we land?"
"I meant what I said earlier. We figure this out. Together." I tilt her chin up so she's looking at me. "I'm not walking away from this, Emma."
