Page 25 of Off Limits Billionaire

While my mood still wasn’t the best, I sat beside Anabella, knowing that the takeoff wasn’t her favorite part of the flight. The first bump jostled us a bit, forcing her to grip the armrest. Her knuckles paled and she bobbed her knee up and down off the ball of her foot.

When I placed my hand on top of hers, she stopped bouncing. As I tenderly rubbed her fingers with the pad of my thumb she let out a breath.

“What’s going on, Marcus? Be straight with me.” Her eyes remained on the window as we continued our ascent into the clouds.

“I’m angry, Ana. This trip was not supposed to go this way. I put you in danger and the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I wouldn’t be surprised if Paul laid into me, and he would have every right to. I’d even give him the first shot.”

She laughed softly to herself. “You know this isn’t your fault. I can’t tell you not to feel angry, but I can tell you not to feel bad about having me here. I chose this.”

“I backed you into this decision. It’s not right. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.” I finally let the words come out and I felt like shit.

“Marcus.” Her voice barely rose above a whisper. “Marcus, look at me.”

I turned to face her, those beautiful eyes, that smile. It was all for me at that moment and I didn’t deserve any of it.

“Some guy with a scar down his face named Brian started this semi-disaster of a weekend. Your old Navy buddy, Viper, and his cohort, Brody, were the others who ruined an otherwise great weekend. This is not your fault. You’re not taking advantage of me. I can prove it to you.”

“How does one prove they’re not being taken advantage of?” I asked her, wondering what was going on in that clock obsessed mind of hers.

“Like this.”

Anabella moved her face closer to mine, kissing me with such tenderness she made me feel like she cared. We’d been through a lot in this past week, especially in the past 24 hours. The longer she kissed me, the more I relaxed.

When I felt her hand move over my crotch, I instantly felt anger leaving my body for the primal urge to induct Anabella into the Mile High Club.Shit. Maybe she thought she was the one inducting me. I didn’t stop her.

Ana slipped my zipper down to slide her hands into my pants, grabbing my growing erection and stroking it until it was so hard I had to take my pants off. She grinned, stroking until she coaxed a bead of precum from me.

In the blink of an eye, she swooped down, using her tongue to lick it away. Her lips wrapped around the head, and a low moan of pleasure escaped her as she moved her mouth down the shaft sending a shiver down my spine. The warmth of her tongue coating every inch of me sent my mind to another place where we could just be.

I focused my breathing, not wanting this to end any time soon. So I made sure of that, grabbing Ana by the shoulders and moving her off my erection back up to kiss me. Our mouths collided, burying the frustration of our night into the passion exploding on this flight.

With the table tucked away, I pushed Anabella onto the seat across from me, pulling her pants and panties down until that pretty pussy stared me in the face. I aimed to make her feel just as good as she'd made me.

The first lick made her back arch into my kiss. My mouth and tongue worked as one, her legs draped over my shoulders, and her hands raked across my scalp.

“Marcus,” she called out to me. “Please.”

My mouth left her delicate sex to travel up her torso, tasting a nipple before I sucked on the side of her neck. I felt her hand wrap around me, guiding me into her walls. She tightened herself around me and put her arms around my neck.

Every ripple and dip of her walls stroked my cock beautifully and I didn’t want it to end. Ana moved her arms from around my neck to shove me back. Falling into the seat, she straddled my lap, riding every inch until her eyes closed. The climax crashed over her, but I’d yet to feel mine.

I gripped her by the waist and moved her back and forth, pounding myself into her—we moved until I felt the buildup ready to blow.

In and out.

Our climax neared the edge of orgasmic bliss. I couldn't hold back, and held Ana still as we came together. I held her face when I kissed her. It went from chaste to passionate, and I found myself ready to go again.

By the time we landed at the private airstrip north of Philadelphia, it was close to 8 in the evening. We waited for the Godschalk to be loaded before getting into the car I'd ordered.

“Thanks for the ride,” she quipped with her gaze focused out the window.

“You can ride me anytime, Ana.”

“So, what now?” She glanced at me for a moment and returned her gaze to the scenery blazing by.

“I’ll drop you off at home, or you can come with me to see where the work will take place?”

“I always prefer to come with you.”

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