Page 77 of Fly Boy
Wordlessly, I return to my seat, reviewing the completed pre-flight checklist, my mind in a haze as I listen to the faint laughter from the cabin. Flicking the noise-canceling switch on my headphones, it disappears, and I focus on checking the weather radar once more instead of on the way I want to smash Pippa’s lips to mine, taste her joy at her win, let her feel mine back.
Liam glances at me, giving me a thumbs up. I nod curtly back, my mood souring as we get our approval and are pushed back, ready to head to the runway for the flight back to Westchester.
The night sky sparkles, the stars shining brightly as we reach the halfway mark of our cruise. The celebrations died down rapidly once we took off.
Apparently, Mr. Cartwright can’t handle hisoverindulgence,so he promptly reclined his chair, gathered Nancy in his arms, and fell asleep.
Everything’s looking great. The autopilot is on, the fuel gauge is fine, and the weather is clear, but my skin crawls like it’s covered with fire ants, nipping and biting.
I tap Liam’s arm, getting his attention from his Sudoku book. “I’m going to run to the bathroom.”
He gives me a tight-lipped smile, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration as he returns to his puzzle. Removing my headset, I place it on the arm of my chair and unfasten the belt.
The cabin is dim as I walk through it, the quiet hum of the engines the only sound. I pass my soundly sleeping boss, guilt prickling my stomach as I look at him.
Mr. Cartwright is a great boss. He pays well and takes care of his employees. There is no doubt as to why he was named the top CEO to work for if he treats the staff working for his business the same way he treats his flight crew. But my feelings for the man won’t stop the lying and the secrecy. Not when I pass Pippa next,her eyelashes resting above her cheekbones, her lips slightly parted as she breathes.
No matter how many times I see her sleeping form, I still can’t get enough.
I drag myself away and close the bathroom door behind me, doing what I came here to do and washing my hands. As I flatten them on either side of the sink, I stare at the man in the mirror. It would be so much easier to turn back into the uncaring playboy, as my brothers liked to call me—the one who wasn’t obsessed with anyone or anything except flying.
But that’s not what you really want, is it?
Splashing water on my face, I dry it off with the soft cotton towel, not feeling any better. The ants are still there, they’re just not biting as hard anymore. Opening the door, I’m about to step out when small hands press against my chest, stopping me in my tracks, gray eyes meeting mine.
Pippa glances down the cabin quickly before whispering, “Did you come?”
“Not yet,” I tease.
“Insatiable.” Her lips twitch as she rolls her eyes. “I mean, did you come to the competition? I left you a ticket. I tried to look for you, even text after, but I was just so busy and…”
I dig into my pants pocket as she speaks, pulling out my wallet and holding a now crinkled piece of paper. “I would never have missed it.” She stares at the ticket stub, and vulnerability in the form of unadulterated relief crosses her face. “You were amazing. I’ve never seen anyone skate the way you do, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Pippa’s groans turn feral as we collide, crashing backward into the small bathroom, her kiss visceral, like she was genuinely surprised I showed up. I open my eyes, leaning forward as she clings to me, and I flick the lock on the door.
We’ve never done this before, kiss so desperately when others are on board, but as her fingers lace into my hair, holding my head, I don’t care. It’s reckless and needy as she pours everything I was feeling into it. We part when breathing becomes an issue, her glistening swollen lips an invitation I’d never decline.
I nip her bottom one, sucking it into my mouth to ease the sting from my teeth.
“You called me baby, again,” she whispers in a daze, like that was the only word she heard.
I shrug, feeling embarrassed because the first time I said that, I was sinking inside her. “Is that okay?”
She nods, saying her words against my lips. “I like it.”
My hands slip down to her ass, hauling her against me, my elbows bashing against either wall of the small bathroom. She groans, uncaring about the lack of space, her tongue tangling with mine as she deepens the kiss.
“I need to get back to the flight deck,” I murmur as I trail a line of open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.
“I want to see you when we land,” she breathes, baring her neck for me to suck.
“Then come to my place.”
“I can’t. We leave for Colorado tomorrow. Dad will ask questions if I don’t go straight home.”
Her hips buck against me, my cock tenting my pants in a way I should control, considering I’m still working with her goddamn father asleep on the other side of the thin wall.
“Stay with me when we get back to Colorado. Don’t go home.”
