Page 79 of One Hot Chase

I grip the controls tighter, torn between lust and responsibility. "Sabrina, darling, as much as I'd love to play this game with you right now, I really do need to focus on flying."

She feigns a pout, running a finger down my chest. "Spoilsport. Fine, I'll behave...for now."

With a sassy grin, she settles back into the co-pilot's seat, crossing her legs in a way that makes my cock twitch. I force my attention back to the controls and struggle to focus on our flight path. But Sabrina isn't done toying with me. She spreads her thighs just enough that I can glimpse the pink, slippery flesh of her folds.

My barely clothed wife gets a sneaky look on her face. "I could always just check the flight plan myself."

"Nice try, pet. But I've made sure it's not that easy to figure out."

She sinks back in her seat. "I do love a good puzzle."

For the next hour, Bree alternates between trying to guess our destination and attempting to distract me with increasingly creative methods. It's a delightful torture, and I find myself both dreading and eagerly anticipating our arrival. At least my wife put some clothes on. She halfway to giving me a heart attack.

Finally, as we begin our descent, I turn to my wife. "Ready to find out where we're going?"

Bree sits up straighter. "Yes! I've been dying to find out."

I grasp her wrist when she tries to lean over the console and get a peek at our itinerary. "Uh-uh-uh, Bree. Do I need to blindfold you?"

She covers her eyes with her hands. "Tell me when I can look."

As we make our final descent, I guide the plane toward our destination. The lush green landscape below comes into view, dotted with vibrant colors and sparkling water.

I pat her thigh. "All right, darling. You can look now."

Bree uncovers her eyes and gasps as she takes in the panorama. Crystal clear turquoise waters stretch out before us, fringed by pristine white sand beaches and lush tropical forests. In the distance, majestic mountains rise up, their peaks shrouded in mist.

"Declan," she breathes, her eyes wide with wonder. "Is this...are we in Bora Bora?"

I spread my arms wide and grin. "Welcome to French Polynesia, Lady Wilde. I thought we could use a bit of paradise for our honeymoon. After that, we'll make our way to South America. You can choose the flight plan for that leg of our holiday."

We touch down on the small island runway, and I taxi into the hanger. Bree can barely contain her enthusiasm. The moment we come to a stop, she's unbuckling her restraints and bouncing in her seat like an excited child.

She flings her arms around me. "Oh, Declan, it's absolutely breathtaking! I can't believe you planned all this."

I reach over and take her hand, bringing it to my lips for a soft kiss. "Only the best for my bride. I wanted our honeymoon to be unforgettable."

"Come on, let's go," she urges, tugging at my arm. "I want to feel that sand between my toes."

I laughter and her enthusiasm are infectious. "Patience, Bree. We've got two whole weeks to explore every inch of this paradise."

The moment I open the door, Sabrina races down the stairs, and I rush to catch up with her. She leaps into my arms, her hair flying around her face. I can't resist ravishing her mouth with steamy kisses. As my wife drags me away from the jet, a wide smile stretches my lips and I feel something I never imagined I'd experience.

Happiness. Pure, unadulterated happiness.

And I'll have the rest of my life to enjoy it.

I hoist Bree up into my arms. "Let me carry you to our bungalow, darling. A knight should treat his bride like the treasure she is."

And our adventure has only just begun.

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