Jannie put on the visor, which limited her ability to look out the windshield, forcing her to see only the instruments.
“November 290 Fox Delta, turn left to a heading of three six zero, descend and maintain 2,500 feet,” he said, playing the air traffic controller.
“November 290 Fox Delta, left turn to three six zero, descend and maintain 2,500 feet,” Jannie repeated.
Flashing him a quick smile, she proceeded to turn and descend at the same time.
Nick felt the plane slipping a little and was about to tell her to look at the ball, but she gave it a bit more left rudder.
He relaxed in his seat. Apparently, he didn’t need to say anything, so he just watched her, smiling, the sight of her hands on the yoke replaced by a hot recollection of her hands on him.
“Nice coordinated turn,” he said, blinking away the erotic image.
“Why, thank you.”
She looked exuberant, and he really wanted to pull her to him and kiss the living daylights out of her.
Aviation excited him. Add Jannie to the mix, and it was a whole different level.
“How about some unusual attitudes next?” he asked.
“OK.”
Those unexpected aircraft positions used to trigger the worst stomach-churning feelings for him, and he didn’t like the training required to learn how to handle them.
Jannie, however, appeared to have no problems. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy herself as she flawlessly executed the nose-high and then the nose-low one; recovery of the airplane passed the grade with flying colors.
The woman was a natural. No other way to describe it. She’d be ready for a checkride in no time.
“Should we try a landing?” he asked.
“We should do better than trying, don’t you think?”
He chuckled. Yeah, she even had the attitude of a pilot. “Yes, Captain.”
•
Jannie
Jannie tilted her head back to drink the last of her water, then dragged her arm across her brow. It felt great to be back in the gym, and even better to watch Nick lift an insane amount of weight. The man did curls with hundred-pound dumbbells, grunting and sweating, and she was getting more and more turned on as he forced the reps with the help of a spotter.
Draping her towel around her neck, she moved to the abductor machine and settled in, leaning forward to adjust the poundage. Slowly, she pushed out, then let the pads return her spread-wide legs to the starting position, pausing after a few reps to slightly increase the weight. She hadn’t lost her muscle tone, which was good and also surprising since she had forgone workouts after …
After what happened.She hated the wordmiscarriage. By now, she would have been nearing her third trimester, and the babies would be … no, she couldn’t let herself go there.
Avoid, avoid, avoid.
She pushed through the weight, focusing on performing each rep with proper form, even as her muscles screamed for mercy.
She felt eyes upon her and smiled, turning her head to see …
Not Nick.
A very attractive, muscular Black man was staring at her, and whenshe met his hooded gaze, he grinned and nodded. She returned his nod politely and resumed her reps, not looking at him again and trying hard to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that she was being ogled.
The next moment, she sensed him move in her peripheral vision, all swagger and confidence in his approach.
“Hello, princess.”
