Page 92 of Worth Every Moment
I bite my lip to keep quiet, but I can’t hold it all in. Seb’s working some magic down there. I scrunch my eyes closed and let out a little squeal. His smile ripples against me.
“Mr Hawk—”
My lids fly open to find a stewardess standing in the doorway. The one facing me, opposite the door Seb locked.Oh, no, no no.We forgot theotherdoor. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, her eyes dipping to where Seb threw my lace underwear, right in the aisle near her feet. I squeal for real, my thighs clamping around Seb’s head, but he doesn’t stop, he merely goes harder, forcing my orgasm while his hand thrusts out from beneath my skirt, his fingers glistening with my arousal as he flips the bird at the stewardess. She dips her head and retreats, maintaining a composure that makes me wonder if it’s not the first time she’s burst in and found one of the Hawkston brothers indisposed like this.
“Stop, fuck, stop,” I plead, but he grips me tighter, holding me in place as his tongue works faster, fingers resuming their internal work, and I completely lose it, pleasure unravelling like a loose coil of ribbon, sprawling through my body. My thighs tremble and my feet kick off the seat, but Seb holds one up with a strong grip on my thigh, allowing him more access to push me right to the edge of what I can bear, until I’m screeching, “Stop, stop, stop!”
He removes himself from beneath my skirt and sits back, looking delighted, his mouth and chin glistening. I sit there, breaths heaving, legs trembling, letting the sparkles of my orgasm diminish.
“You didn’t lock the other door,” I say, reproach edging my voice. “She saw me.”
“What happens in the jet stays in the jet. They’ve all signed NDAs.”
“Yeah, but… fuck.” I’m still breathless, my limbs tingling from the orgasm. “I’m not just some random woman you’ve dragged onto the flight for entertainment. I have a reputat—”
Seb propels himself upwards until he’s leaning over my chair, his face next to mine.His gorgeous face.“I thought your reputation was why we were doing this in the first place?”
“Fake doing this.”
“Fake relationship. Real orgasms. Works for me.”
I put my foot against his chest and push him away. “Hand me my thong.”
He moves back and grabs it from the floor. I snatch it from him and pull it on, standing when I’m done.
“Where are you going?” he asks, stepping aside as I move towards the aisle.
“I’m going to apologise to that poor woman. That was completely unacceptable. We can’t—”
“Seb! Open the fucking door,” comes Matt’s booming voice. I’d totally forgotten someone was trying to get in from the other side.
Seb rolls his eyes but wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, and moves to open the door. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Matt hisses.
Seb mumbles some response and I make my way down the aisle in the opposite direction, intending to apologise to the unsuspecting stewardess.
I pass through the far door to find her rearranging champagne glasses. I glance around for Jack, but I can’t see him. Fuck knows where he is.
“Can I help you?” the stewardess says when she sees me. She’s pretty, her makeup thick, but immaculate.
“I wanted to say that I’m sorry. You really shouldn’t have seen that. And—”
“It’s my job. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Her tone is kind, but the words sting nonetheless, the implication all too clear. I’m just another woman. I might think I’m something—Erica Lefroy, after all—but here, on the privatejet, I don’t count. Because it’s just Seb, doing his thing, in his space. It’snormal.
“Oh. Right. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“I don’t.”
“Okay. Because I’d hate to do that to you. Nobody deserves to walk in and see that, especially—”
She stops rearranging the glasses and turns to me, her face all compassion as she lays a gentle hand on my arm. “Miss Lefroy. Please, don’t worry. I’m all right. It was only one time. It didn’t mean anything to me. I’m not upset.”
Wait.What?
My face must be doing things I can’t control because the stewardess puts an arm around my shoulders to guide me back to my seat, her voice soothing as she says, “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll bring you some sparkling water?”
Numb, I let her escort me back down the aisle and I drop into my seat like a zombie next to Seb, but I can’t shake the thought that, not only has he messed around with other women in here, but he’s messed around withthatstewardess.
