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“You’re insatiable.”

“Just working on a game plan.”

“And?” she gasps.

I start to finger fuck her in earnest, building her until she’s almost coming. “I think we’ll be getting as much in as possible beforehand.”

“Fuuuck…” Her body starts to clench and squeeze and I back off. “Good plan and don’t stop.”

I smile at her, biting her lips, and then I kiss her so damn hard my own head spins. I pull out of her and part her thighs, lining up and thrusting into her deep. I need her ass soon, I know that. Her ass, her from behind, her mouth. I need her in all the positions. But this is so good. I’m slamming into her so fucking deep that my cock is basically saying prayers of thanks for the tight hot sheath it keeps thrusting into.

She feels like home and the most exotic thing. One I know. I tilt my hips so her clit rubs against me and it makes her give strangled moans. And when I force her legs wider, higher, her hips move into that position where I hit the G-spot hard every time.

And fuck, does she squeeze me, like she doesn’t want me out. But it only makes reentry better.

The beat of our fucking has a life of its own, one that fills my blood with thrills and the air with sighs and moans.

I slam into her harder.

“Yes!” she cries. “I’m going to come!”

“Good.”

I let go, my balls tight, cock that good ache and the rush of endorphins comes on a wave of pleasure as she comes, screaming, her body clenching my cock so hard it’s hammering blood in my ears as I come, too.

But the hammering continues.

And a little voice says, “Mama? Dino? I’m hungry. Where you?”

Chapter Twenty-Five

ERIN

Two days later,we arrive, not at O’Hare, but at a private airfield. I stare at Kara who shrugs, then at Alina, who grins.

“What did Demyan do?”

A beautiful flight attendant comes out into the waiting area where we just arrived. Three of Demyan’s men have our bags. I argued with him, but he insisted. We girls go ahead early, with security, of course.

But I didn’t expect… this…

A luxurious waiting area that’s completely private and a sleek jet waiting not that far from where we are. I can see it through the glass wall.

“Are you all ready? The captain said we can board early. I’ll show you boys where the bags go to be checked.” And she winks.

I turn back to Alina. Sasha’s tugging at Olga from where he’s standing, his stroller packed up, and he’s staring at the plane, agog, while talking at her in excitement.

“Well?”

“The jet’s part of the experience. Demyan booked it, so no arguments. Surprise?” She ushers me in front of thewindow and Olga picks up Sasha and hands him to me. “Say cheese.”

“Plane!” shouts Sasha, as Alina clicks the camera on her phone.

My new passport’s scanned, as is Sasha’s, and it’s like stepping into another world when we step on the plane. Olga and the guards disappear through the back to where there are seats for crew, according to Alina, but we’re in the lap of luxury. There’s a bar, couches and chairs, and apparently there’s even a couple of bedrooms if anyone wants a nap.

It’s a pain to get Sasha strapped in, but we get him in there, and then the attendant serves snacks and champagne, with some apple juice for Sasha. I ask for a mocktail, and she comes back with something refreshing and bubbly and tropical.

Kara laughs. “I’ve flown business and once I got upgraded to first, but this… it’s another level.” She pokes Alina. “Do you always fly like this?”

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