Page 63 of Prospecting

“Cade,” she growled. “I have to fly for another…. hmmmmm.” She stopped talking as he tugged. She felt like he tugged a line straight to her core.

“I could make you scream right here,” he said.

She pushed his hands away from her. “Sit there,” she demanded.

Sighing, he sat in the co-pilot’s seat. “What will we do first,” he said.

“You’re going to behave while I fly,” she said. “After, I have plans.”

“How long,” he said starting to get grumpy.

“Ten minutes,” she said looking at the readings. “You can be patient for ten minutes. Maybe you should test your theory that you can climax simply looking at me.”

“Take off your shirt,” he said.

“You stay in that seat,” she said.

“Only if you take off your shirt,” he bargained.

“You first,” she said. “Strip.”

She watched him tug off his shirt, stand and slide his pants down, kicking off his shoes. He stroked his long erect cock. She nearly wept with longing. He sat down, waved his hand at her to indicate it was her turn.

She slipped her shirt off, let him look his fill at the lacy blue bra she wore, knew he liked to look. His cock seemed to reach to her. “Take the bra off,” he growled.

“Staying in that chair,” she said.

“Until the auto pilot goes on,” he reluctantly agreed.

Reaching behind her, she slipped the bra off. Her breasts ached, nipples tight and erect longing for his touch, his mouth. “Take off the rest,” he demanded.

“You only said,” she grinned at him. He started to rise. “Stay put.”

“Take off the rest,” he demanded.

She slid out of the shorts she wore, let him look his fill at the skimpy blue panties she wore. She made a course correction. “One more in a few minutes,” she said as he growled.

“Take them off or I’ll rip them off,” he said.

“You’re very demanding,” Sheridan slipped out of her panties. She leaned forward, made sure the course was set, the alarm to notify them and the backup alarm so they wouldn’t make love through it.

“How long till the next,” he asked.

“Sixteen hours,” she said looking at him. “Cade?”

“What,” he growled leaning towards her.

“Chase me,” she leapt out of the pilot’s chair. She raced towards the corridor along the unused bedrooms. Cade leapt after her, tripped over the clothes on the floor. She laughed, taunted him, “Can’t catch me.”

His long legs ate up the distance between them. His strong arm grabbed her by the waist, hauled her against the wall. “Mine,” he growled, pressing his body to hers.

“Prove it,” she said breathlessly. “Make me have an orgasm with just your kisses.”

He smiled, laughed, “I’m going to torment you.”

“You think you are,” she said breathlessly.

“Sheridan, I love you,” he said against her lips.

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