Page 29 of Catch Him
She tried not blush and giggle. She failed to do both.
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Thursday
“It’s too much,” Sinead insisted.
“It’s your day off. We fly up to Seattle, we have the best salmon we’ve ever had, we stay overnight and fly back tomorrow well in time for your shift. I don’t see the argument.”
Sinead was standing at a private airport, looking at a private jet. A real private jet. Jokingly she had told him about Seattle and the next thing she knew he was driving her to a small airport where a private jet was waiting. It was absurd.
It was David.
“Seriously? We need to fly to eat salmon?”
He looked like an innocent boy. “It’s the best salmon.”
“Fine.”
“Besides, there is something else I really like to do on airplanes that I think you’ll love.”
Twenty minutes later he explained he liked to get his dick sucked while she went topless so he could play with her nipples.
“David! Uh, the pilot.”
“Has to fly the plane. The cockpit door will remain closed the entire time, I promise. See what did there? I got to saycockpit. Now come love, off with your shirt. Let me see those tits of yours.”
Ten minutes later she was topless, he was pinching her nipples, she was sucking on him hard and she could care less what the damn pilot did.
David, she learned, was hard to say no to.
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Saturday
“You’re drunk,” she accused him as he snickered at her.
“They keep giving me all this wine in these tiny glasses.”
“Because we’re at a winery in Napa, asshole. But now we’re stuck here until you sober up because I can’t drive a stick. No more wine for you.”
He pouted and he looked so cute she kissed him.
Then he seemed to think about it and then his eyes lit up and it was like he was discovering relativity or something. “I forgot I’m rich. I can hire a car service to come get us and someone else to take my car back to the city.”
Since she too was a little past tipsy, she slapped his arm in agreement. “That’s completely cool you can do that.”
“I know. Rich is awesome. Does this mean we can have more wine? Because what I’m wondering is… when is the last time you had fun drunk sex?”
Sinead mentally sorted through her sexual history. “I know I did I-regretted-it- the-next-day drunk sex in college. I don’t think I’ve ever done fun drunk sex.”
He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.
“You’re going to love it.”
And of course, she did.
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