Page 52 of The Money Man
“I’m long overdue for a vacation. I’ve decided to take it now.”
Arousal surged through her, mixed with a feeling both sweet and guilty. He was blowing off his big project for her ... at least for now.
A few more minutes and the plane vaulted into the sky, making her breath come faster as she anticipated the moment they could unbuckle their seat belts.
As the plane leveled off, the momentum pushing her back into the soft leather of her seat lessened. She heard the metallic clink of Derek’s buckle opening, but she had already unlatched hers and was halfway out of her seat. She was going to do what she’d imagined in the limo earlier.
“Stay where you are,” she said, coming to stand facing him with her hands pressing down on his shoulders.
He leaned back in his seat. “I like where this is going.”
“One question. How likely is Kai to interrupt us?”
Derek pointed to a square button on the wall beside him that was marked “Privacy.” It glowed bright red.
“I guess you’ve had sex on a plane before,” she said.
A smile curled his lips. “It’s used for delicate business discussions that shouldn’t be overheard.”
“Sure it is.” She realized that if she wanted to straddle his lap she was going to have to hike up her slim skirt to at least midthigh. She grabbed a handful of the gray wool and started to pull when Derek brushed her hand away.
“Allow me.” He slipped his hands under the hem and skimmed them slowly up her legs, bunching the skirt as he went. When he reached the top of her thighs, he kept going, his fingers brushing the lace of her panties until the skirt was bundled at her waist. He held it there with one hand while he dipped the other between her thighs, one finger gliding under her panties, over her clit, and inside her.
They both moaned at the same time. “You’re so wet.” He withdrew his finger and sucked it into his mouth. “And so delicious.”
She glanced down to see the bulge under his trousers and wanted to feel it against her. Swinging one leg over his thighs, she knelt over him in the leather chair. Threading her hands into his thick hair, she bent to kiss him and sink down onto his lap at the same time. As she made contact in both places, her body went wild with sensation.
She rocked against his erection, savoring the pressure and friction as it fanned the need between her legs. Their tongues met in the same rhythm and she felt his fingers at the buttons of her blouse. The cool air of the cabin brushed over her skin as he yanked her blouse down her arms before he filled his hands with her breasts, kneading them through the bra’s lace.
The flimsy material fell away as he flicked open the fastener. He tore his mouth from hers and lifted her by the hips so he could bring one breast to his mouth, the moisture and suction sending lightning streaking through her.
When he released her nipple, she whimpered her disapproval.
“Give me a second,” he said. “I want to be inside you while I play.”
“Yes!” She scooted back to stand while Derek unfastened his belt and trousers and rolled on a condom.
She waited until he was watching before she shrugged out of her blouse and bra. Then she unzipped her skirt and worked it and her panties down to her ankles, leaving on her heels as she stepped out of her clothes.
Derek watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his hands gripping the seat’s arms so tightly his knuckles were white. “You are so incredibly hot,” he rasped.
She reveled in it—the power she had to arouse him—crooking one knee onto the cushion beside his thigh and then the other until she could feel the head of his cock brushing her clit. Derek kept his hands clenched on the chair arms while she positioned him between her legs and sank slowly downward, his erection filling the hollow inside her with a delicious solidity.
She felt the fabric of his trousers against her thighs as she seated him fully within her. “Ahh,” she breathed, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back so she could simply feel.
The plane bounced slightly on some rough air, driving him deeper inside her. “Oh God, yes!” she cried.
Then his hands and mouth were at her breasts again, teasing and circling and sucking until she thought she would come without even moving.
The plane hit another mild patch of turbulence, making his teeth graze her nipple so that she cried out with the exquisite pain-pleasure of it.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her skin before he licked the nipple.
“No, no, it felt fantastic.” She tugged gently at his hair to draw him back again.
“I need to move.” He wrapped his fingers around her hips, holding her just above his lap so that he slid partway out of her. Even that tiny motion sent a spasm through her inner muscles. But she fought off the orgasm, wanting to prolong the moment.
And then he was thrusting and withdrawing, his grip tightening to brace her against his movements. As he pushed up into her, he hit her clit, coiling the tension tighter and tighter until she couldn’t stop it. All feeling spiraled into one moment of stillness before it blossomed into a fireball of climax, ripping through her so that even her toes clenched with the power of her release.
