Page 112 of Crazed

I peck her on the lips and sit up, taking her with me. "We should go out to the main cabin and put our belts on."

She arches her eyebrows in amusement, biting her bottom lip.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"I didn't picture you as Mr. Safety," she teases.

"Ha ha. You'll thank me when we have a rough landing one of these days. Come on, let's go," I order, rising and opening the closet. I hand her a set of clothes and put fresh ones on myself while she dresses. Then I hold out my hand.

She takes it, and I pull her up, then lead her to our seats. We buckle our belts, and Chanel appears.

"Ah. I was coming to wake you, but I see you're up and ready for landing," she chirps.

I slide my arm around Katiya. "Did you secure a good resort?"

"The best," she boasts.

"Great. Did you book for yourselves as well?" I inquire. Wherever I go, my jet stays on the ground until I'm ready to fly. If anything pops up, my staff is never far and can get me back in the air.

Chanel smiles bigger. "Everything is booked for the pilots and me. Do you need anything before we land?"

"No. We're all set. I hope you brought your bathing suit," I answer.

She beams, "You know me. I've always got one stashed in my bag."

"That's good," I respond.

Chanel nods and leaves.

When she's no longer visible, I lean into Katiya's ear. "Who's more upset? You or Chanel?"

Katiya turns to me. "Upset? What do you mean?"

My cock turns hard, thinking about the beginning of our journey. I answer, "I didn't let her check out your bare ass again."

My dolce's cheeks flame red. She bites hard on her lip, and her chest rises and falls faster. To my surprise, she blurts out, "Why am I into it?"

"Others watching you?"

She nods. "Yes. I-I'm not into women, but..." She blows out a nervous breath. Her eyes dart to the floor.

I force her to look at me then wait several moments until she squirms in her seat. I claim, "But the thought of Chanel, or anyone, male or female, listening and watching you makes that tight pussy of yours clench."

She inhales deeply, admitting, "Yes."

I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear, put my lips on her lobe, then murmur, "There's nothing wrong with what you like. Hell, I love it. The thought of others seeing and hearing you when I know they can't have you is hot as fuck, little dolce. And you shouldn't feel any shame in it."

"No?" she whispers.

I retreat then command, "Look at me."

She turns, locking eyes with me.

I declare, "Let others look. Let them listen. But there's one rule you can never break."

"What rule is that?" she asks.

I fist her hair, tug her head back, then position my face over hers. She gasps and reaches for my thigh, digging her nails into it. My erection strains against my zipper. Everything about her turns me on. Right now is no exception. I assert, "There will be no touching. Are we clear?"

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