all those gloriously hard inches.
She snagged paper towels from the dispenser and cleaned herself up while she tried to calm her racing heart. Her body was still trembling ten minutes later, as his words rolled through her mind. Come for me, darlin’. Come on my hand, then my mouth, then my cock.
Check. Check. Double check.
How had she gone so long without feeling the temptation of a real man? Who was she kidding? She’d never felt anything like the power behind Eric…Eric? Ohmygod. She didn’t even know his last name.
I’m a slut.
A tramp.
A two-bit hookup in an airport bar.
She couldn’t suppress the smile on her lips. He was so worth it! She dug out her cell phone, in need of a little pep talk from Bree, and realized she’d missed several texts from her. Kat scrolled through them, smiling and finally calming down as she read three identical texts, each repeating their secret pep talk, a line from The Help .
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
The last text read, 1, 2, 3, click your heels and forget. Poof! You’re a good girl again. Love you!
“No doubt about it, Brianna, you are the very best friend in the world,” Kat said aloud before sending Bree a thank-you text.
She left the bathroom feeling edgy and a little dazed, her body still reeling from their encounter. An hour later she was finally seated on a flight to Colorado. The man beside her smelled like cigarettes and looked like he’d slept in his clothes. She closed her eyes and rested her head back, thinking of Eric. She could still feel his fingers pressing into her ass, the coarse hair at the base of his cock against her sensitive skin, and the way his eyes bored through her. Her cheeks heated as his naughty words came back to her again.
As the plane lifted into the air, she reveled in the weightless feeling, but it was the slow burn in her belly as she revisited the feel of Eric’s tongue taking her to the edge of ecstasy that had her squirming in her seat. God, she must be losing her mind. She could smell his cologne all around her.
A heavy hand landed on her thigh, and her eyes flew open as she pushed it away—and her chest constricted at the devilish grin smiling back at her. Eric .
“Hey there, darlin’.”
“Eric? What are you doing here?” Her heart was beating a mile a minute. Could he tell that she’d been fantasizing about them? That the mere sight of him had her twitching in places that had no business twitching?
“I offered the kind gentleman who was sitting here a little something to exchange seats with me.”
“You paid him off so you could sit here? But—” Ohmygod . How would she forget about him now?
“Don’t you worry yourself over him. I’m sure he’s happy as a clam sitting in first class.”
“First class?” You gave up first class to sit with me?
“Some say it’s the only way to travel.” His eyes rolled over her, lingering on her mouth before dropping to her breasts, making her body go ten types of crazy. “I think they’ve got it all wrong. I’ve got the best seat on the plane.”
Her mind was spinning. “You’re going to Denver?”
“Weston, actually, but Denver’s the closest airport.”
“Weston?” No way! That was where she was going.
“Yes. I’ve got business there. Where are you headed?”
“Weston.” Her stomach dipped, but her engine was revving again with the possibilities of what this could mean.
No. No. No.
She needed to nip these thoughts in the bud. No good could come from a guy who’d banged her in an airport bathroom.
“Vacation, work, or family?” he asked.
She shook her head, unable to clear her thoughts enough to answer. She didn’t want to talk about her plans. She needed him to know exactly where she stood. The sooner he returned to first class and sent the smelly guy back to his rightful seat, the sooner she could forget what she’d done.
She snagged paper towels from the dispenser and cleaned herself up while she tried to calm her racing heart. Her body was still trembling ten minutes later, as his words rolled through her mind. Come for me, darlin’. Come on my hand, then my mouth, then my cock.
Check. Check. Double check.
How had she gone so long without feeling the temptation of a real man? Who was she kidding? She’d never felt anything like the power behind Eric…Eric? Ohmygod. She didn’t even know his last name.
I’m a slut.
A tramp.
A two-bit hookup in an airport bar.
She couldn’t suppress the smile on her lips. He was so worth it! She dug out her cell phone, in need of a little pep talk from Bree, and realized she’d missed several texts from her. Kat scrolled through them, smiling and finally calming down as she read three identical texts, each repeating their secret pep talk, a line from The Help .
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
The last text read, 1, 2, 3, click your heels and forget. Poof! You’re a good girl again. Love you!
“No doubt about it, Brianna, you are the very best friend in the world,” Kat said aloud before sending Bree a thank-you text.
She left the bathroom feeling edgy and a little dazed, her body still reeling from their encounter. An hour later she was finally seated on a flight to Colorado. The man beside her smelled like cigarettes and looked like he’d slept in his clothes. She closed her eyes and rested her head back, thinking of Eric. She could still feel his fingers pressing into her ass, the coarse hair at the base of his cock against her sensitive skin, and the way his eyes bored through her. Her cheeks heated as his naughty words came back to her again.
As the plane lifted into the air, she reveled in the weightless feeling, but it was the slow burn in her belly as she revisited the feel of Eric’s tongue taking her to the edge of ecstasy that had her squirming in her seat. God, she must be losing her mind. She could smell his cologne all around her.
A heavy hand landed on her thigh, and her eyes flew open as she pushed it away—and her chest constricted at the devilish grin smiling back at her. Eric .
“Hey there, darlin’.”
“Eric? What are you doing here?” Her heart was beating a mile a minute. Could he tell that she’d been fantasizing about them? That the mere sight of him had her twitching in places that had no business twitching?
“I offered the kind gentleman who was sitting here a little something to exchange seats with me.”
“You paid him off so you could sit here? But—” Ohmygod . How would she forget about him now?
“Don’t you worry yourself over him. I’m sure he’s happy as a clam sitting in first class.”
“First class?” You gave up first class to sit with me?
“Some say it’s the only way to travel.” His eyes rolled over her, lingering on her mouth before dropping to her breasts, making her body go ten types of crazy. “I think they’ve got it all wrong. I’ve got the best seat on the plane.”
Her mind was spinning. “You’re going to Denver?”
“Weston, actually, but Denver’s the closest airport.”
“Weston?” No way! That was where she was going.
“Yes. I’ve got business there. Where are you headed?”
“Weston.” Her stomach dipped, but her engine was revving again with the possibilities of what this could mean.
No. No. No.
She needed to nip these thoughts in the bud. No good could come from a guy who’d banged her in an airport bathroom.
“Vacation, work, or family?” he asked.
She shook her head, unable to clear her thoughts enough to answer. She didn’t want to talk about her plans. She needed him to know exactly where she stood. The sooner he returned to first class and sent the smelly guy back to his rightful seat, the sooner she could forget what she’d done.