Ryan strokes my stomach softly with his fingertips as he pulls away from my body. His body shifts as he stands up, grabbing a soft black blanket from a bin in front of our seats. The plane glides smoothly through the air as he strides back over, sitting down next to me and flashing his trademark grin, the one that’s plastered on the sides of all the buses in LA.

“You look like you’re trying to sell something, boss,” I say. My body still feels hot and tingly all over, but I’m at ease with him. His body felt so good pressed against mine, but I still crave more.

“I’m in the business of selling myself,” he says, putting the blanket over both of us, swinging my legs over his lap and putting his hands on my calves, kneading my muscles with strong but gentle pressure. “I wasn’t able to get where I am by resting. I’m always trying to gain something. It’s usually exhausting. But not with you.”

He glances down at me and then looks away, his eyebrows knitting in the middle. His jaw clenches but his hands continue to roam over my legs, from my ankles to my knees, protected by the big, fluffy blanket and by his touch.

“You’re hard to figure out, but it’s an absolute pleasure to try.” His hands move up my body, to my hips, and he pulls me onto his lap again. “You’ll come to the party as my date, and I’ll show you a good time. Good with you?”

My stomach flips deep inside as his hands land on my ass with a light slap and bring me closer to him. I reach up let my fingers trace over his hard biceps, nodding my agreement. I’m wrapped up in him now, and I can’t push him away. It just feels too good.

Without breaking my gaze, he reaches down and pulls his t-shirt off, sweeping it over his head and tossing it aside. His deep eyes lose me inside them, and he draws my face into his hands, our mouths crashing together in a kiss that has the tenderness of the first time and the rhythm of a kiss shared between two people who have known each other forever - who’ve been able to feel each other’s pain, each other’s joys. And as I pull away from him, my heart swells with something more between us.

His eyes still locked on mine, he reaches down between us. I hear the metallic zing of his zipper as he pulls it down slowly, taking his cock out and stroking himself in his hand. I look down, amazed at his strength, at how freaking deliciously hot it is to see his cock out and in his own grasp.

“Did you think about this the first time you met me?” His eyes trail down my body as he pushes the blanket away, tossing it aside with his shirt. His eyes go down to my pussy and back up to my face, flashing between my eyes and my lips.

My instant attraction to him was so strong, but I tried to deny it. I tried to forget the things he made me feel when he spoke to me at the interview, the way his words sent a fire swirling through my body. The way I thought of him after the pool party. My respect and admiration for him were so strong, too, and the way he trusted me was flattering and exciting and the promise of this trip was exhilarating. It was all I hoped for in my heart, but it was everything I wouldn’t admit to myself that I wanted.

“Yes, sir,” I say. “I thought about it.”

“What did you think about? Tell me,” he growls, his hand coming away from his dick. He grabs a condom from his back pocket, rips the foil wrapper open with his teeth and sheaths himself. He pulls me closer and lifts me up, dragging the tip along my wet folds. I shut my eyes and ease myself down, letting his big cock fill me up, stretching my pussy out around it.

“I thought about all the dirty things you say on your show. I thought about what you’d say to me. I thought about being alone late in the office with you. How you’d teach me.”

“The most important thing I can show you is how good I can make you feel.”

“Now who’s begging who?” I breathe as he glides deep into me and pushes his fingers against my clit.

Our mouth collide in a swirl of passion and heat as my body is taken away from me, claimed by him, the hardness inside me making me feel sexy and free and dangerous and safe all at once. His hands roam my body, grasping and searching for something as our bodies move together.

His cock slides in and out as our kiss breaks, and his eyes meet mine as he speeds up his thrusts. His mouth seems to perk up as though he’s about to say something, but he says nothing. He remains silent. The man with the voice is speechless.

But I can feel what he wants to say. I feel it in his touch, as his fingertips trail against my shoulders, coming up to pull the elastic band out of my hair, releasing my ponytail and letting my hair fall down my back.

“That’s better. The sex kitten look really works on you,” he smirks. “That’s the real you.”

“You know the real me?” I reply, meeting his thrusts with my hips.

“Yeah, you fucking know I do. You’re a sexy kitten. My sexy little thing.” His hands weave through my hair and he wraps its full length up in his fist, devious lust painted on his face. “You’re mine, and this is where you fucking belong.”

His body grinds against mine, his eight-pack abs pushing up against my clit as his cock slaps in and out of me.

“Slow at first,” he says, “then faster. That’s how I knew you’d like it.”

My clit erupts as the friction between us grows stronger, and my pussy releases a sweet orgasm, my juices hot and dripping down his cock.

I feel him inside me, exploding as he pants and his chest rises and falls, still pushing himself deep inside me. With a heavy sigh, his eyes close and he pushes his forehead against mine, placing a sweet kiss upon my waiting, hungry lips. I still want more. His touch hasn’t satisfied me - it’s just reminded me what I was lacking. It’s made me crave him. It’s made me want him.

And for just a moment, I allow myself to want him. His arms wrap around me tight, and I look out the window of the fabulous jet he’s purchased - for me. Everything’s happened so quickly that I’ve almost forgotten to let myself take stock of the fact that he wanted to make my first time on a plane so special. That he’d sweep me off my feet and take me across the country to the place where he came from, and let me forget my problems for a day.

I feel his fingers under my chin as he tips my face toward his, flashing his signature smile.

And he looks so good doing it, too.

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