Sinners On Tour 06.1 Take Me to Paradise (Encores #1) Read Free Page B

engorging cock, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t picturing her releasing him from his pants so she could lean over his seat and take him into her talented mouth.
    By the time the plane took to the sky, Brian was fixating on the bathroom door like an overzealous drunk at the back of a mile-long line for the toilet.

 
    Chapter Three
    Myrna sighed and squirmed in her claustrophobic seat. The inflight movie had started, and Brian still hadn’t found their opening for a little rendezvous in the bathroom. It wasn’t because he wasn’t watching for that opening, but perhaps he could use a little encouragement.
    Myrna signaled a passing flight attendant. “Excuse me,” she said. “I’m a little chilly. Do you have any blankets?”
    “Um, sure,” she said. “Just a minute. I’ll get you one.” She turned toward the front of the plane.
    “Two, please,” Myrna called after her.
    “You should have worn a sweater,” Brian said, stroking her bare arm.
    She’d dressed for their arrival in Aruba, not the cool autumn day she’d left behind in Kansas City.
    “I’m not really chilly,” she said, “but I’m pretty sure your lap is.” She lifted appreciative brows at the bulge in his pants and then winked at him.
    She loved that she could still make her husband’s jaw drop by being naughty.
    “Do you want to trade seats with me?” she asked, nodding toward the more private window seat.
    Brian unfastened his seat belt and scrambled to hover above of her lap as if his seat cushion had sprouted poisonous thorns.
    She chuckled, released her seat belt, and lifted the armrest between them so she could slide to the aisle seat. Brian plopped down beside her. She noted that the bulge in his pants had already increased in size. She glanced around the cabin to determine the best way to angle her body to block the view of onlookers.
    The flight attendant returned with the blankets and charged them eight bucks apiece for their blanket and inflatable pillow packs.
    “So much for customer service,” Myrna grumbled as she forked over the cash. She supposed buying a blanket was a better idea anyway, in case Brian got a bit too worked up and made a mess. She spread one blanket over Brian’s lap and the other around her shoulders. She turned in her seat and laid her head on his shoulder, her hand resting lightly on his belly beneath her blanket.
    “Can you see anything?” she whispered.
    He glanced down. “No,” he whispered back.
    “Pretend to watch the movie,” she said.
    “I will definitely be pretending,” he said.
    His abs contracted beneath her hand as she slowly slid it downward. His belly was quivering uncontrollably by the time she reached the waistband of his pants.
    “I love you so much it hurts sometimes,” he whispered.
    She tilted her head back to look at him, and he kissed her passionately. She was so glad to have found a man as sexually adventurous as she was. Her first husband had been a dud in the sack—or any other place she tried to initiate sex. Brian was Jeremy’s complete opposite, thank God.
    Brian’s breath came out in a startled huff against her lips when her hand found his rock-hard cock and gave it a firm squeeze through his jeans. As much as she’d love to make out with him while she touched him, that would get them caught for sure. They had to pretend nonchalance.
    “Watch the movie,” she said, rubbing her thumb over his bulge in a circular motion.
    He bit his bottom lip and nodded slightly. His eyes were closed, but at least his face was turned toward the screen.
    Myrna caressed him through his pants—massaging his length, stroking his head, delighting in the breathless hitch in the small sounds he made in the back of his throat. The flesh between her thighs began to throb unbearably. She squirmed in her seat, trying to alleviate the distracting need pulsing through her wet pussy.
    “Touch me,” he whispered. “Please.”
    “I thought that’s what I was doing.”
    She applied