Chapter 24

We sat on the private jet, in silence, though I was not convinced his silence was because of the same reason as my silence. My silence was from anger at being lied to. Or if not lied to, kept a secret from. His seemed to be because he was so preoccupied with staring at his computer screen.

I was still racking my brain for any clue of what he might be hiding. And if it was to do with whatever Calvin was blackmailing him over.

“Here, look at these spreadsheets and tell me what you think.”

His words snapped me out of my thoughts. He turned his computer to me. Surprised, I pulled the computer onto my lap and studied the spreadsheets.

“The in-house consultant set up accounts in various tax havens around the world, the Caymans, Panama, the Isle of Man. Then he set up an automatic transfer of funds every month, but buried it so it wouldn’t be caught. After I fired him, he lost control over the monthly transfers. Somehow, Calvin — I don’t know if they knew each other before or not — got hired and made sure the transfers stayed buried.”

“But this is only showing a couple of million a month. Why did you say they wanted several hundred million?”

“Because that’s what they’re asking for.”

“But why? Why are they asking for that much? What could they possibly justify that with?”

“They say they’ll expose it.”

“Yeah, and? They’d just be hurting themselves. Even if you don’t want to go to the police, and just turn a blind eye to it, they’re not going to expose it because it’ll cut off their free money.”

Jay looked at me and smiled. The first relaxed smile I’d seen out of him all day. It warmed my heart. He let me in, asked my advice. We were working through this as a team.

I pushed the computer aside and leaned across the aisle to kiss him. He swiveled his chair to face me, and pulled me onto him. I straddled his lap, cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips against his.

His lips were gentle as they pulled me into his mouth. Pulled me back to him. My body tingled with the closeness. Not only of his touch, but of the way he’d opened up to me.

Jay cradled my head, holding it against his as we kissed. Our kiss changed, from the is-everything-okay kiss to the frantic, hungry make-up kiss. I moved my hands over his shoulders, down under his suit jacket. Squeezing his muscles any chance I could.

I moved my hips, grinding my pussy against the bulge in his suit pants. He hooked his arms around my legs and stood, carrying me down the aisle and through the door. We moved down the little passageway and through another door, where he deposited me on the jet’s bed.

Jay laughed as he took off his suit jacket and shirt. I pulled my shirt over my head and undid my pants.

“Leave something for me to take off,” Jay said as I started to undo my bra.

“Then hurry up.”

He crashed onto the bed, bouncing me. I’d undone my bra, but he pulled it off my shoulders and breasts, dropping it on the bed beside my head. My tits were still covered in his bite marks, his branding, from last night.

His tongue prodded my nipples until they were standing hard at his treatment.

“God, you smell good.”

“Like honey?”

He licked from the bottom of my ribcage between my breasts and to my neck.

“Definitely honey. And sexiness.”

I moaned, my pussy clenching at the wantonness in his voice. He moved down and pulled off my pants and panties.

“Jay!” I cried out as he latched his mouth around my clit. I hadn’t been braced for it since he normally took so long to get there.

He sucked harder, dabbing his tongue against my clit. I dug my back into the bed, trying to support myself against the intensity of the feeling between my legs.

A high pitched moaned flew from my mouth as Jay plunged his fingers into my wet pussy. He bent them against my front wall, causing bigger and louder moans to well up in my throat and rip through the plane.

“Please,” I gasped, my body writhing. Jay didn’t break his rhythm and I screeched as an orgasm smacked me, leaving me breathless as I relaxed into the bed, the waves of pleasure washing over me.

He slid over my torso and kissed me, his tongue tasting of me. He pushed his cock into my pussy, still spasming in orgasm.

“I love you, beautiful.”

“I love you.”

The plane rattled as we went through some turbulence, the vibrations rippling through Jay’s cock in my pussy. He pushed into me, slow and deliberate and I savored every inch.

My pussy zinged with excitement again and I had to break our kiss. It left me unable to do anything but concentrate on it.

His thrusts got faster, firmer. He grunted, the sound setting something off within me and another orgasm crashed through me. He grunted again and climaxed into me.

We cuddled on the bed, his arm tight around me like he was afraid I’d get up and run away.

“It’s my reputation that matters most, more than money. That’s what I care about. What people think of me.”

“I love you.” I squeezed his hand. He could have told me anything right then and I wouldn’t have loved him any less.