Page 15 of The First Deal

A wave of nausea rolled through me, as we reached a new height, and I cringed inwardly. I had the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on here with me on a private jet, she was ready to show me what I had missed out on the other night, and I was sitting here trying not to have a goddamn panic attack.

No. I wasn’t going to fuck her this way, not feeling like this. When I sank my cock into that delicious, tight pussy, it would be with confidence. No fucking fear. I’d leave my mark on her, a stain she’d never be able to get out, and…

What the fuck?Did I want her to obsess over me? Surely, I just wanted to show her a good time, not leave her desperate for me. I was the good-time guy, not the long-time guy. I made them come, and then moved along.

Why the hell did I want her to crave me?

“It’s an overrated club,” I said with a forced grin, wriggling in my seat to get a little more comfortable. “How else could you distract me?”

I needed her to come up with something, because quite frankly, besides Vi, Lynda, my stars, and the ladies in my family, I didn’t spend much time with women outside of the bedroom, or not performing those activities.

When I wined and dined, I showered them with generic compliments. Words that I meant wholeheartedly, but nothing overly personal. They’d be charmed by me, and they’d think me the perfect gentleman because of my wonderful ability to listen. They’d tell stories, and I’d store them in my mind, genuinely enjoying hearing them, and then I’d take them to bed, rinse, and repeat.

“A game?” she suggested, slipping her sandals off and tucking her feet up under her ass. Shit, how had she just gone from looking entirely irresistible to looking goddamn adorable with just one change of position?

“What, like eye spy?” My grin, apparently, was infectious.

She mirrored me, shaking her head and then pushing her tongue into her cheek. “I’m the undefeated champ of eye spy, it wouldn’t be fair to make you play a game you’d definitely lose. Hmm, do you have any cards on here?”

She glanced around the space, looking hopeful. Honestly, I had no idea if we did. Sure, the jet wasmycompany’s property, but I had no idea what treasures might be on board. For all I knew we had a secret cupboard with Twister, Jenga, and Connect Four hidden away inside.

Reaching for the button beside me I called Alice back in. She came strolling up beside me and spoke in the soft, gentle voice which she reserved for me during our flights. Alice was one of a kind.

“Do we have a deck of cards?” I asked.

“We do. Hang on, Miss Collins moved them a few weeks ago.” Alice hurried off in search of the deck of cards.

I flashed Hannah an excited smile, all gleaming teeth. She watched the open doorway behind me expectantly, then started to bob in her seat as—I presumed—Alice made her way back to us, slightly battered deck of cards in hand.

“Would you like to join us?” Hannah asked, looking up at Alice and reaching for her champagne flute. “We’re going to play Shithead.”

“What?” Alice and I both exclaimed at the same time.

Hannah laughed. “Shithead. You’ve not played it before?”

Both of us shook our heads at her, and Alice politely declined her offer to join us, instead disappearing to grab some ice for me and a bottle of champagne to top up Hannah’s half-empty glass.

“I can’t believe you’ve never played,” Hannah said as she started to shuffle the deck. “Will you let me teach you? Or would you prefer to play something else?”

“Teach me,” I decided. “I’m always open to learning new things.”

“Good, because I fucking love this game.” Hannah’s eyes widened as she met my gaze and her cheeks flushed. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“My language.” She blinked a couple of times and licked her lips.

Snorting, I assured her that I didn’t mind. “Cariño, I am not some old man who can’t handle a few fucks and shits, in fact, I’m quite partial to a well-placed cunt.”

“Well placed like on your face?” Hannah shot back without missing a beat, then flushed an even deeper shade of maroon.

Fuck me, that colour was beautiful, and the way it flooded from her cheeks down her chest had me resisting biting down on my fist.

Composing myself, I smirked, knowing full well that my cock was now throbbing beneath my beige trousers. “My face is preferable, but there are other places too.”

“Mr Hudson,” she gasped, but her gaze instantly dropped to my crotch.

Adjusting my position, I felt the strain of my erection press harder against the fabric. I didn’t need to look down to know that the outline was damn obvious. The look in her eyes already told me that.

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