Page 10 of Puck Me Secretly

“I know I could make you come in two minutes flat.”

“The point is,” I licked my salty lips, “Is that I won’t have that chance. Because our plane is crashing. This is it. I missed my chance.”

The plane jostled so hard, I feared my seat would rip off the floor.

I whimpered. His big hand returned to the back of my neck. Comforting me.

Our eyes met.

“You’re nice.”

“Not really.

“I’m glad you’re here in my finalmoments.”

“Don’t think about that, sweetheart. Think about anything but that.”

This was the end of my life. Shouldn’t I be experiencing a profound flashback of my life? That movie reel when everything important floats in front of my eyes? Instead, all I could focus on was how dark and long Max’s eyelashes were.

We stared at each other. I saw no fear in his eyes, only resignation. Who was he? Why was he so calm? Did he actually think he could make me have an orgasm?

I wanted to know. Stupid really, but who can predict your last thoughts.

“How do you know you could make me orgasm?”

He held my gaze. “I know how to fuck.”

“But how do you know women weren’t faking it with you?”

His eyes narrowed and his face, from beneath his mask, broke out into a huge smile. “Are you for real?”

“I faked it with my boyfriends.”

“Trust me, I could get you off.”

The jet engines drone deafened. Around us, people cried, sobbed, screamed.

It might sound stupid, but as long as I never let my eye contact break with Max, I was immune to that horror. We refused to focus on our impending deaths. Instead, we focused on sex. With each other. It reminded me of flirting with a cute guy at the bar and the whole place disappears except him.

Part of my brain understood how stupid this was, but I didn’t want to have my final moments cluttered with adrenaline and debilitating fear.

This weird flirting made me feel good. And I wanted my ending to be nice.

“If we survive, I will let you.”

His gaze held mine, but he didn’t speak.

“Only if you want.” My face burned.

Blue eyes crinkled in amusement. “It’d be my honor.”

“Really?”

His big hand squeezed my neck.

Except we were lying to ourselves and each other.

Reality has a way of squeezing in. Our plane was crashing, and we were all going to die.

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