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CHAPTER 11

Jaime

If the Mile High Club had an award for best entry-level performance, then I deserved it. In fact, make that for best performance ever. Fucking Gloria in the middle of extreme turbulence was the fuck of all fucks. I’d never fucked a woman harder, with more determination, or more passion. And the orgasm I’d experienced was like none other. It crashed through me like a meteor, my release shooting inside her like a spray of molten stars. She came with me like a comet and we soared into the heavens together. My angel. My beautiful angel. I was still floating on her wings.

The turbulence had calmed and so had she. Now, she was fast asleep in the crook of my arm. As the plane resumed its tranquil journey across the Atlantic, I stayed with her, relishing the warmth of her body, her soft breathing, and the serenity we shared.

We’d weathered a storm so to speak. One that united us. In ten hours we’d be landing. A possible shit storm faced us. One that might tear us apart. Destroy us both in its wake.

I pulled the duvet up to cover us and closed my eyes, longing for sleep to eradicate the thoughts that messed with my head. The plane hummed.

Right now, Gloria was mine. All mine. At least for now. I drew her in closer to me. Her braid coiled around my bicep, linking us together like a gold cord. I brushed my fingers along the woven strands.

What the future held was in my hands.

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