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Holy shit!
I didn't even know it was what I wanted before I received it.
He soon inserted another finger, moving two inside me, while his thumb massaged my clitoris.
I gritted my teeth as I moaned softly and whimpered words that not even I could decipher. He moved closer to me and used his free hand to guide my head, bringing my face against his chest. I sank into it, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure that I couldn't control.
The movements increased, tearing away all that was left of my sanity. He couldn't stop now. I felt a crazy urgency to get to a place I couldn't even describe.
“You are authorized, miss,” he whispered in my ear in an extremely sensual way. “Cum for me, my love.”
And I obeyed. Strapped in by the seatbelt, my muscles contracted in the most complete sensation of pleasure. Hearing a few low moans from Michael in my ear was all I needed to launch myself into orgasm.
Until a few days ago, I didn't even know what an orgasm was. And now here I was, having one in an airplane seat, with other people around me who had no idea what was happening and with only Michael's hand as the instrument.
He unbuckled my belt, and I turned, leaning over his body, my head resting on his shoulder, feeling his arms around me as I struggled to regulate my breathing.
“When we get there, you won't have to hold back anymore. You can scream as much as you want. And I promise I'll make sure you do.”
That was a promise I intended to make him keep.
*****
Chapter forty
MICHAEL
As soon as the plane landed, I had to deal with the situation with the inspector that Caleb and Margaret had sent to keep an eye on us. And I soon confirmed that Camila was absolutely right in her suspicion that the woman was there, too, to make sure that our relationship was real.
I made sure to give Camila some very hot kisses in front of her eyes so that she would pass it on to her bosses.
When we got to my mansion, I showed them around and asked my staff to take their bags, setting Alanis and Alice up in a room on the first floor. First, so the nanny wouldn't have to keep going up and down the stairs with the baby in her arms, and second, because I intended to keep my promise to make Camila scream a lot that night, so I wanted them to be as far away as possible so they wouldn't hear.
Of course I did this to protect my daughter. For all I cared, Alanis could hear absolutely everything and then pass on every moaned word in her report to her bosses.
That she would tell them that Michael Turner was not only actually engaged, but had a very active sex life with his future wife.
Suddenly, mentally referring to Camila like that no longer caused me the distress it had in the beginning. It was as if our initial lie had already, naturally, become a reality, although I still avoided thinking about the subject.
After we were all settled in, Camila and I decided to spend that first day walking around the property. Alanis accompanied us, carrying Alice in her arms.
I didn't usually go to Aspen outside of the winter months. The weather was mild, although it was much cooler than we were used to in California. So, Alice was bundled up, and Camila had also changed into pants, boots, and a coat.
We reached the lower part of the site where, during the snowy months, a ski resort operated. During the rest of the year, however, the cable cars remained in operation, taking us to a higher part of the mountain, which had a spectacular view.
“You can wait for us here if you prefer,” I told Alanis, approaching to pick up my daughter.
She took a step back, reacting, “Mrs. Margaret and Mr. Caleb gave orders that I should not stray far from Alice.”
Beside me, Camila was furious at the warning. “He's her father, and we're a couple. There's only room for three people in each car.”
“You can go alone, I'll wait here with Alice,” Alanis replied.
“Michael didn't go on a trip with his daughter to deprive her of going on outings with him.”
Alanis looked at her with disdain. “Excuse me, but I follow orders from my employers, and they are Alice's grandparents. Only they can decide what she can and cannot do, not someone who is not related to her.”
“I’m her father,” I said. “And Camila is my fiancée and will soon be her stepmother. I have a court order that allows me to spend the next few days with my daughter, and during that time I will be responsible for her, and by extension, my fiancée. We allowed you to come with us so that Margaret and Caleb would be calmer and complain less, but you’re not the one who will decide what my daughter can or cannot do. And I won’t allow you to talk to Camila like that either.”
