Page 17 of Pomegranates and Olive

I moan lightly, the sound vibrating in our open mouths and he gives my nipple a little pinch as he breaks our kiss. Heat pools in my belly and that imaginary coil tightens between my legs, just as it has done hundreds of times before. Although I don't kid myself that I'm going to have my very first orgasm right here in seat 34A, I didn't pull away as his hand moves slowly down my body. I want him to feel my excitement.

"Russo." His voice is a hoarse whisper.

"Yes, Yilmaz?"

His hand stops moving lower and instead he touches my face. I gulp back a breath as his fingers make their way down my cheek, towards my mouth until his thumb traces my bottom lip. He breaks into a wide smile. It was one of those arrogant, God's gift to women grins and I already know I will regret whatever comes out of his mouth next. "You know, I've seen adult films that begin just like this."

"Are you talking about porn?" I push him away. "You're disgusting."

He leans back towards me, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "And you are the most fascinating woman I have ever met."

4

Mmm-hmm. Everything Is Fine. It’s Okay. I’m fine

My cousin is easy to spot as I step out into the early morning Bodrum heat. She stands out from the rest of the waiting crowd, partly because she's attractive and vivacious, but also because she's yelling, "Coo-ee! Coo-ee!" at the top of her lungs!

I laugh loudly and run across the road, dragging my luggage behind me. My luggage drops to the ground and I throw myself into her open arms. She pulls herself away and I study her sun-kissed face for the first time in nearly three years. Her long, dark curls are piled high on her head, and she is dressed casually in a cotton sundress and sandals. Her green eyes sparkle with excitement. "I'm so stinking glad you're here, Olive! I've missed you so much! Tell me you brought Vegemite."

She was bouncing from side to side like a puppy as she grabbed my luggage from the ground.

"Would I ever let my favourite cousin down? Yes, I have Vegemite... and Tim Tams!"

Ginny squeals in excitement and I grin as I ditch my jacket, tying it around my waist. Her squeal dies in her mouth, and she stares at me, her mouth agape. "Olive Giulietta Russo! Put your jacket back on! Every single man here is staring at you!"

"I hadn't even gotten on the flight before I came to the realisation that Turkish men are all perverts."

"I'm not saying that's not true. But they’re probably staring because you're on high beam."

I look down at what is left of my outfit. My nipples are clearly visible and pushing hard through the fabric of my thin white tank top. No wonder I made it out of the airport in record time.

"I kind of misplaced my bra." My grin got impossibly bigger as my cousin's eyes widen to the size of saucers. "And what happens at 40,000 feet stays at 40,000 feet!"

"Shut up!"

"I will not!"

"Seriously?"

"Oh... my... God, Ginny. YES!"

"Don't tell me you're now an official card-carrying member of the Mile High Club?"

"Not quite."

"Tell me!"

"It all started when I stole this guy's coffee —"

"You did what?"

"He was so beautiful... and arrogant. He was so bloody infuriating that I wanted to slap him. But then I didn't. Oh, but there was something, and, well, I couldn't help myself."

"You're really kick starting your adventure with a bang, aren't you?"

"It wasn't a bang, but I swear to you that if anyone was going to give me an orgasm it would've been this guy."

"Olive Russo!"

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