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Fuck.

I love how wet she is for me.

“Do you always get this wet when you’re turned on, or is it just for me?” I ask, peppering kisses down her neck.

Her head drops to the side, and I open my eyes to see that my flight attendant has closed the privacy curtains.

I’d already been so caught up in the moment that I didn’t even think that anyone could have seen my girl like this just now.

I’d have been furious.

No one gets to see her like this but me.

“Only for you,” Grace answers with a sigh as I push a finger inside her. I brush my thumb over her clit as she starts to ride my finger.

“How many times do you want to come?” I ask into her ear and then bite it.

“I just need once.”

“No, that’s not enough for me. I want three.”

“Three?” Her head jerks back. “Preston, that’s⁠—”

“The only acceptable answer when it comes to you.”

My gaze settles on hers as I curl my finger and add another.

“Now fuck my fingers, baby. This is how I want you to take the first one.”

Her eyes close.

I grab her chin, and those same eyes flash open.

“Eyes on me. I want you looking at me when you fall apart.”

She nods and then, as her hips begin to move, I pump my hand up and down, faster, my thumb working overtime, but it’s all worth it when she gasps, her head falling back and her pussy clamping down on my fingers.

One.

I waste no time lifting her and carrying her to the couch. I sit her down, spread her legs, slide her underwear off, and have my mouth on her before the pulsing from orgasm number one has stopped.

“Preston,” she moans, her fingers running through my hair and tugging each time my tongue hits her clit.

I lose count of how many more times she calls out my name on the flight home, but one thing I do know: I love every moment of it.

“I just need to grab something from my office real fast,” Grace says when we pull up to the lodge.

She’s itching to get back to it. I can see it in her eyes.

“Welcome back, Miss Richford, Mr. King,” Eddy greets us as we walk through the main doors. “Can I have your bags sent to your cabin?”

“I’ve got it, Eddy, but thank you,” I tell him.

I wheel both of our bags together in one hand and take Grace’s hand in mine with the other.

She leans in and holds onto my arm.

“I promise I’ll be quick.”