Page 48 of The Billionaire

“Ah, I figured you’d want to change out of that.” He looked behind him as if trying to get someone’s attention.

“I had a suitcase packed for you. It should have everything you need in there.”

What…did he have little bags packed for other women such as I? Because I heard of a man who once did that very thing. In fact, he kept matching pajamas in drawers for his league of women who stayed over. In addition to little tracksuits for his women to lounge in. They all thought he was being thoughtful and little did they know he rotated them like the days of the week. And every girl had their own fresh pile waiting for them, folded neatly according to size. I thought it was ridiculous, bad, and incredibly funny all at the same time. Now, suddenly I felt a tinge in my stomach. I couldn’t be one of those women? Could I?

“I was hoping the night would turn out as it did so I planned a head of time.”

Phew. Good. I took a few sips of champagne. I mean, that’s so sweet! I hoped. I swallowed back my skepticism as he continued to stare at me with those eyes.

A hard cased Louis Vuitton was in the hands of the attendant.

“Thank you, Stephen.”

So, Stephen was his name.

“Feel free to wear whatever is comfortable for the flight. You can go ahead and change and we can finish our little discussion we have going on here.” He said very professorial like. Oh god, if he were my professor, I’d hang on every word. I’d never learn anything but every square inch of his body.

I smiled at him and unbuckled my seat belt when he reached for me and pulled me close to him. Being in his arms, drinking in his scent, felt just right. Like we were meant to be. He kissed me passionately and I could taste the champagne on his tongue that so masterly explored my own. His lips played with my upper lip and then tugged my lower. I melted into him and could feel him harden underneath my lap. I instantly pulsated in my eager garden for a good watering by him. Oh god was he an incredible lover. My mind flashed to the way he made me squirm that night in the bed with my arms and legs tied to the bed, fulfilling my fantasy.

He finally pulled away and my body buzzed with desire for him as I stared into those intoxicating chocolate eyes that carried so much emotion and depth; I was almost afraid to stare for so long because I was afraid he would change his mind about me if he saw all of me. So I tried to stay aloof, keep cool, when inside I was going school girl cah-razy about him.

“I just wanted to say I’m very glad you are here with me right now.”

I wasn’t used to this at all. Someone being so forward. So direct. So polite. So right. So—

He kissed my forehead again as I managed to mumble “thanks,” politely.

I was lost for words in this moment. I felt like I was in one of those movies where a woman is whisked away. My dress. The bottle of champagne worth thousands. The Louis Vuitton luggage. The works.

He nestled his nose in my neck and nibbled at my ear. “You know, usually the other person says something more back.”

He laughed as he pulled away and searched my eyes.

I bit my lip as I let out a light laugh. “Sorry, I’m just not used to this. Things like this don’t happen to me.” I admitted.

My sex throbbed in need as his hands cupped my waist. I thought again of all the things he had done to me, the way he made my body come alive in life changing, mind altering ways. It was as if I had been in a coma my whole life and he woke me up.

If I couldn’t articulate my gratitude at the moment, I could sure show him.

With all the passion and desire in me, I kissed him hard, eager, and long.

“Why don’t you join me in choosing what to wear?”

Judging by the way his body responded to mine, I knew there would be no refusal.

Mile high club here I come!

Just moments later, we were in a luxury room with a bed, side tables, a couch, you would never suspect you were in a jet. I was certain this had to be featured on some travel channel featuring the life of the rich and famous.

We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other and that familiar drive found its release once more. I was undressed to the lacy bra and panty set, and he in his silk boxers. My fingers trailed his hardened chest and abs as he freed my bra and I gasped at his warm touch on my eager hardened nipples. His wet tongue sucked hard and this sent pools of heat and desire down there, begging for release.

I had seen this scene a thousand times on television and in the movies where the hungry couples couldn’t keep their hands off of each other once they were together at last, where their desire was so intense, that they ravished each other.

That was us in that instant.

With the slight rocking from turbulence we both collapsed on the bed in one big ball of hot steamy desire. I felt his hardened thick member, eager and willing against my inner thigh as his strong body caressed me from above.

A slight moan escaped me as my fingers scraped his scalp. I pounded in desire to be filled by him.

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