Page 4 of Come Fly with Me

“If you say so,” she murmurs.

I lift a brow. “I’m open to feedback,” I say, grinning at her. “I do actually take constructive criticism well, so hit me with it, Captain.”

She shakes her head at me, as she aims a well-manicured finger in my direction and says, “You do realize that ‘popping your cherry’ as you call it, is totally inappropriate cockpit talk.”

I nod, even as I have to bite my lip to stop the smile. “Of course,” I say.

She waves her finger around. “And that this stuff is being recorded.”

“What, on the black box?” I ask, knowing that’s the least of our worries. She nods, her face serious. “Well,” I continue, reaching for my coffee. “If the worst should happen Captain Patterson,” I say, “I just want to have it on the record that I’m thanking you for making my first time such a memorable one.”

She rolls her eyes again, before looking away and reaching for the passenger manifest. As she looks over the list, I take the opportunity to check her out, now she isn’t scowling at me like she has been since the second I met her.

She’s actually really attractive, in that strong woman, power suit, take no shit kinda way. It’s actually a look I find incredibly appealing and one that got me into some trouble in my past life.

She’s got this beautiful long blond hair that’s pulled back into a tight bun. It’s so slick and neat that I have a sudden urge to reach over and undo it, watching as her hair falls around her shoulders.

She’s also got a pen stuck between her perfect white teeth as her brown eyes scan the passenger list. When she finally looks up, those brown eyes peg me with a hard stare and I can’t help but grin, wondering what it would feel like to have those teeth biting me or those lips wrapped around my cock.

I have to swallow hard just to stifle the groan. Taylor continues to stare at me as she reaches for the microphone, lifting it to that totally fuckable mouth of hers.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, my name is Captain Taylor Patterson and I’d like to welcome you all aboard Crescent Airways flight CA325 from L.A. to Sydney. Our flying time today is a little over fourteen hours and we are expecting smooth skies all the way Down Under,” she says, ever so slightly cocking a brow in my direction.

Shit, is she flirting with me?

“Temperatures in Sydney are forecast to be 35 degrees Celsius or 95 degrees Fahrenheit, with blue skies and lots of sunshine.” She pauses now, as though she’s finished her spiel, but doesn’t lower the mic.

This time it’s me cocking a brow at her and with a small smile tugging at her mouth, she continues. “I’d also like to take this opportunity to congratulate my new first officer, Jake Campbell, who successfully put on his big boy trousers today and executed a near-perfect takeoff on this beautiful new Boeing 777. Please join me in congratulating First Officer Campbell.”

You cheeky bitch.

The applause of two hundred and twenty-five passengers and crew can be heard from inside the cockpit. And if I was wondering what Captain Patterson looked like when she finally cracked a smile, I no longer have to.

“I knew you enjoyed the ride,” I whisper, shaking my head, even as I’m grinning back at her.

Taylor cocks her brow even higher. “Alright, please settle back and enjoy your flight. If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask.”

At that, she lets go of the mic and returns it to the console.

“Anything?” I ask, half turning in my seat to face her.

Taylor smiles tightly. “Well, I wouldn’t mind a sandwich and a Diet Coke, so thanks,” she says, waving her hand toward the door as she looks away from me, as though that brief glimpse of her playful side never even happened.

Shaking my head, I get out of my seat. Pausing for a second, I look down at the captain as she studiously ignores me while she flicks through a dog-eared copy of some gossip magazine.

Chuckling, I make my way out of the cockpit. This is going to be fun.

We don’t talk a whole lot for a huge portion of the flight, Taylor taking the first break to get some shut-eye while I run things inside the cockpit, before we swap roles. When I climb into the reclining chair in the crew’s quarters, it’s still warm, the faintest trace of her perfume lingering, and it surprises me when my cock twitches in response to her smell and warmth.

I close my eyes to an image of Captain Taylor Patterson lying back in this very chair, her shoes off, the buttons of her blouse undone, her hair loose. I feel my dick twitch again, as my hand brushes over the bulge at the front of my pants. Thoughts of what it would be like to fool around with someone, her even, at thirty-five thousand feet flash through my brain. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, but it’s a thought that sends me to sleep with a huge smile on my face.

When I head back to the cockpit to re-join her, we’ve still got two hours of flying time and I decide to use the opportunity to get to know the woman I’m going to be spending a lot of time with now that I’ve got a permanent gig at Crescent Airways.

“I brought you a coffee,” I say, as I head into the cockpit.

Taylor looks up at me, a strange look on her face.

“What?”

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