I looked around. The hostess on the flight was occupied and out of the way. I’d only been on a few other private jets, but in my experience the workers often blended right in, as if they appeared out of nowhere when you needed them, and right now we needed them to stay blended.
“We can go to the bathroom,” I told him. “It’s a little bigger than a regular airplane restroom.”
Jumping off my lap, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the restroom. I wasn’t going to saynoto it. Besides, it was my first time too. And I couldn’t think of anyone better to punch that mile high card with than him.
The restroom was bumpy, and we spent more time figuring out how to Tetris our limbs into the right position for fucking. We figured it out, and spurred on with nerves and excitement, neither of us lasted that long. It was definitely an experience, and one that led to me having a cum stain up the front of my nice shirt. At least we had a constant reminder of this trip for after it ended.
We cuddled on the couch before we were served dinner. Chicken and rice. It was delicious.
“I think you’ve changed,” he said.
“Really?”
He giggled and nodded. “Yeah, you’re soft now.” He poked at my arm.
“I haven’t worked out in a while, but I’m still a machine.” I flexed for him, but there was a noticeable difference. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll still protect you.”
He wrapped himself up against my arm. It was my favorite position he took against my body. “Love you,” he said, kissing my neck.
“Love you the most, baby.”
I could’ve happily gone back and forth with him for hours, in a match of who could sayI love youthe most. It was endless, in the best possible way. Endless like my love.
AN END . . .
EPILOGUE
Three Months Later
JACQUES
Traveling had been fun, but Ezra was antsy. We’d both been out of work, and he’d been offered a speaking position at a conference in Vegas, so we cut what was supposed to be six months of travel down to three months and took a one-way flight back to the States.
It was surprisingly easy to settle back into life. Mercy was already calling me through burner phones, telling me she knew it wouldn’t be long. And Ezra’s job at the now defunct pharma company was completely gone, but many people now knew his name in select circles as being the driving force of compliance auditing.
This wasn’t my first time in Vegas, so I knew better than to get sucked into the casinos. So I acted as Ezra’s personal bodyguard, which gave me a reason to get a nice new suit—matching Ezra’s suit—and stand at the back of the conference hall as he spoke. My soft kitten, speaking to hundreds of people. It was an incredible thing to watch, considering he’d been absolutely frightened to answer questions in front of lawyers a couple of months ago.
He came right up to me once he was done. I stood at the bar, nursing a scotch.
“Did you hear me?” he asked.
“Every word. You were brilliant.”
“Can I have some?” he asked, wrapping his hand around my glass.
“Sure, it’s a little warm, though.”
He drank the entire thing, his face already turning red and flushed. “I needed that.”
“You did a great job up there, kitten,” I told him. I wanted to keep telling him, to keep blanketing him with positive words. The love of my life.
“Have you had any contract stuff come through?” he asked through a sharp inhale.
I shook my head. “You and me. This is the only contract I want to honor.”
“Saying stuff like that, I might think you want to put a ring on my finger.”
“We are in Vegas, so maybe it’s time.”
