TEN
MORNING SEX MADE THEMLATE for the airport, but it had been more than worth it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of her. Watching Claire come apart for him as his cock pounded into her was his new favorite thing. That she was so willing to give herself to him, to surrender to his body turned him on more than anything ever had.
Taking her hand, he helped her out of the car and up the steps of his private plane, watching her sweetheart ass sway in the short black skirt as she climbed the stairs in fuck me heels. She’d complained that since he hadn’t let her go home, she didn’t have anything but her dirty work clothes to wear. He sent his assistant out while they slept to fetch the shoes, skirt and a platinum silk blouse that made her hair look red and her skin even creamier.
But it was the jewelry that had his mouth going dry. She wore strands of black pearls wrapped like a choker around her neck before dropping to sway between her generous breasts. Ropes of matching pearls encircled each wrist like cuffs and he couldn’t stop himself from imagining her naked, bound to his bed by strands and strands of luminescent pearls. It was one more thing added to the list of things he wanted to do to Claire.
He had to remember to give his assistant a bonus.
“Good morning, Mr. Masters. Miss,” said the young steward as they made their way onboard the plane. “Can I get you coffee? Breakfast?”
“Both please,” said Luke, settling Claire into one of the big leather lounge chairs before taking the seat opposite for himself.
“Of course.”
The steward scurried off to make Luke’s wish his desire, and Luke turned back to Claire, concerned by the look in her eyes.
“I forget how rich you are,” she said, sounding a little awestruck.
He shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t going to apologize for his money. Not when he’d worked so hard to get it and had done so much good with it.
“It’s just money,” he said, making the only concession he was willing to for his wealth.
She laughed and some of the tension around her eyes vanished. “I guess it is.”
“Mr. Masters,” said the steward. “Captain says we’re cleared for takeoff. Could you and the lady please put your seat belts on? I’ll be back with your breakfast as soon as we reach altitude.”
Luke clicked the belt low on his lap and looked over to see Claire, her eyes wide and owlish, clutching the arms of her chair.
“You’re not scared to fly, are you, sweetheart?”
“No, not scared exactly.”
He could tell there was more so he waited, riding the pause until she spoke again.
“I’ve never been on a plane before.”
Initial shock was quickly replaced by an overwhelming need to take her places, to show her the parts of the world she’d missed. She said she hadn’t been to New York, but he’d never imagined she hadn’t flown before. With a mind as quick as Claire’s and an innate appreciation of beauty, she was going to love to travel.
His mind raced through all the places he wanted to take her. London, Paris, out West to Yellowstone and the Grand Canyon. She’d love the way the sunrise lit the canyon walls, turning the red rock, purple and salmon and gray. He couldn’t wait to show it all to her. It didn’t have to mean anything serious, but a woman like Claire needed to see what was out there. First New York City and then he’d show her the world.
The plane started to taxi down the runway and he looked into her wide eyes and reached for her hand. She crossed her legs at the ankle, sitting forward in her seat and clung to his hand like a lifeline. When the plane rumbled and left the ground, he watched apprehension turn to wonder in her eyes.
“Oh,” she said, pressing her forehead to the window. “Oh God, we’re flying.”
She loosened her grip on his hand as she saw the ground fall away below them. He leaned back, smiling as he watched her discover the joy of flying. In moments, they were making their way above the clouds and her gaze was glued out the window, her lips a soft round O of wonder. The expression was endearing and sexy and hell.
He leaned forward to touch her bottom lip with the tip of his index finger. She lifted her gaze to his face and when her wondered filled eyes met his, it felt like the bottom dropped out of his stomach. She was so beautiful. So tender and sweet. So much more than he’d expected.
“You better close your mouth,” he said, running his finger over her plump bottom lip. “Or I’ll have to find something to fill it with.”
Her eyes widened, and for a moment he thought he’d shocked her with his bluntness. But before he could congratulate himself on getting his feet back under him, she gave him a wicked grin and drew the tip of his finger into her mouth. Sucking lightly, she swirled her tongue over the pad, licking and teasing it the way she did his cock, and he realized how lost he really was.
Who had the control now? Not him apparently.
Before he had a chance to plan a response, the steward came in wheeling a cart.
“The captain said you can take your seat belts off, but you might want to leave them on while you’re in your seat.”
