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CHAPTER 9

Jaime

Gnarl’s Barkely’s “Crazy” blasted through my headphones. And through every bone of my body.

You make me crazy.

Gloria. No woman could piss me off more or drive me crazier. She was trying to ignore me, but failing miserably. Every few minutes her eyes met mine and a spark lit up the stale air between us. Though she turned away quickly, it wasn’t soon enough. The chemistry between us was palpable. Electrical.

Each look she shot me was dirtier than the one before. The scrunched up expression on her face amused me as much as it aroused me. With each glance, filthy thoughts spun in my head and my pulsing dick grew thicker, harder. Thoughts of licking and sucking her everywhere, then burying my cock balls-deep inside her sweet pussy and making her scream so loud they heard her across the Atlantic. I’d avoided the mile high club all these years because no way in hell did I want to be trapped in the air with some bimbo I didn’t give a shit about who wanted more than a quick one-time fuck. But Gloria was different. I wanted to fuck her into tomorrow. And the next day and the next. Make her come every way I could. All over my tongue. All over my hand. All over my dick.

The latter strained so hard against my fly I thought it would rip right through my jeans. You make me crazy. Impulsively, I began to whistle along to the song. “If you want me, just whistle,” she’d told me back in New York when she was drunk as a skunk and so damn frickin’ cute. My eyes locked with hers yet again. Just whistle. Shit. I wanted her so damn bad it hurt. It was time to join the mile-high club. And send the irresistible woman seated across from me orbiting into space with me.

Suddenly, the plane dipped and the music stopped. The captain’s voice broke in, informing us of sudden turbulence. Sitting upright and removing my headset, I cursed under my breath and turned again to look at Gloria.

She was pale as a ghost, her body shaking. The plane shook and things were thrashing around everywhere. Gloria looked terrified. The need to protect her, to take care of her, filled every atom of my being. I wanted to make her feel safe…. safe with me. Despite the captain’s urging to keep our seatbelts fastened, I yanked mine apart and rushed to Gloria’s seat as fast as I could as the plane teetered from side to side.

“Hang on, angel,” I shouted. But I don’t think she could hear me above the clamor of shattering glasses, the plane’s flapping wings, or her desperate sobs.

Reality hit me hard. I’d flown a zillion miles, but I’d never experienced anything like this.

If we were going down, we were going to go down together. On her… under her…

With her.

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