We’d been in the air for half an hour when Tristan undid his seatbelt and invited me to join him on the leather couch.

I followed, seating myself and watching as he opened a refrigerated compartment that contained a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Riesling okay?" he asked.

"Fine," I said. What did I care? I was on a private jet with Tristan Wolfe, flying to some unknown destination where we'd probably spend the entire weekend locked in some kind of seriously erotic naked pretzel formation. I might walk away sore and self-loathing at the end of it, but somehow, I was feeling pretty okay about that.

At least for now.

He poured us each a glass, his incredible eyes watching me closely as I took my first sip.

"Those lips of yours destroy me, you know," he said, his silken voice gliding sensually over my skin.

Reaching his free hand out when I’d moved my glass away, he slipped his thumb gently over my lower lip. I trembled at the eroticism of his touch, a deep, devastating craving setting into my core.

"You have pretty nice lips yourself, Wolfe," I told him, moving my gaze away in an attempt at self-preservation. Sometimes, looking at him felt like staring directly into the sun. I could only take it for so long before I started feeling like I'd burn up.

"Do I?" he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"You know you do. Don't be coy about it."

"I don't know anything, Ariana. I suppose you might say that I don't see myself as others do."

"Is that right?" I asked, laying my glass on a small table to the left of the couch. I rose to my feet, slipped in front of him and pinned his knees between my own, taking the glass from his hand and setting it next to mine. "In that case, let me tell you a few things about yourself."

I pushed myself forward and pressed down, my knees landing on the couch cushions to either side of him until I straddled his lap, pulling myself closer and closer. I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against my sex now, my skirt all but hiked up to my waist.

We were so close to what I wanted, yet so far away. Sexual frustration seemed to be the flavor of the month for the two of us.

My eyes met his again, the immediate, unrelenting scorch of heat setting into the place between my legs, taking over my voice, my mind…my everything.

"For starters," I said quietly, "You have the most amazing eyes I've ever seen."

"Thank you." His expression was serious. Almost stern, like he wanted to reprimand me for pointing out his attractiveness. Part of me wished he would. A spanking from his hand would have been quite something.

"What else?" he asked, tucking a strand of my hair behind my right ear.

"Your body," I added, my voice betraying my desire, "though it's not like I've seen it naked, so I can't really say for sure just how fantastic it is."

"You will see every inch of me very soon, if all goes well." I watched his lips utter the words, my breath held tight inside my chest. The way he mouthed "well" was almost enough to bring me to orgasm.

"Good," I said, slipping my hand down his chest and stomach, my fingers stopping only when they reached the button on his jeans. "And something is telling me that what's hidden in here is pretty spectacular, too."

"Oh?" he asked, his stern expression changing to a self-satisfied grin. "Is it, maybe, the fact that you've made me hard as iron just now, pushing that sweet, succulent pussy of yours into me to remind me of the one thing I desire most?"

"Mmmmaybe," I whispered, leaning forward and biting his lower lip. It wasn't quite a kiss...not yet...but it was close.

Pulling myself backwards, I slipped down onto my knees on the soft carpet and stared up into those fierce eyes of his. I half expected him to protest, to grab my hand when I reached for the front of his jeans again, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned back and intertwined his fingers behind his head, apparently perfectly happy to accept whatever it was that I was about to do to him.

When I'd popped the button open and unzipped his fly, I peeled the denim away enough to see the swollen crown of his cock displaying itself enticingly, jutting out above the waistband of his boxers.

I held back an excited gasp. Good lord. His size was going to be a challenge, even for my mouth. If we ever had sex, he'd probably stretch me to my max and then some.

The thought of it made me want to purr with desire.

I leaned forward and licked away a drop of clear liquid, then sucked ever so gently on the tip, teasing him with the promise of more. He pushed his hips upward, moaning as I pulled his jeans and shorts down and took him in deeper, drawing his length into my mouth until he all but touched the back of my throat.

The sensation made me want to pull up my skirt and straddle him all over again.

Fuuuuck.

I didn't want to wait until we landed, or until he revealed whatever secret he was holding so close to his chest. Didn't want to wait another minute to have him inside me.

But I would, because that was our agreement. Because we were playing by his rules.

Even if it destroyed me now.

Teasing him with another lick and a shy glance, I breathed, "My oh my, what a big cock you have, Mr. Wolfe."

"All the better to fuck your mouth with, my dear," he replied, his voice a deep, needful growl.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I should be wearing a little red hood?" I asked as I massaged his slick shaft slowly with my fingers, offering the occasional stroke of my tongue as though he were the most delicious lollipop I'd ever encountered.

"I'd love to see you in that hood and nothing else, truth be told," he said, reaching forward, pinching my sensitive nipples through my clothing. "You're so lovely when you're almost naked, I can only imagine how much better you'd be with nothing on whatsoever."

"All good things to those who wait," I said before taking him in my mouth again.

With both hands wrapped around him, I stroked him all the way down to the base, milking him gently, my lips tight around his shaft. I could feel the gentle pulses that threatened his pending explosion of pleasure, which only made me want it all the more.

"Too good, Ariana," he said softly.

"Too good for what?" I asked, pulling free for a moment.

"You know what. You want me to come in your mouth, don't you? Tell me you want it."

I nodded. "Yes, I want it," I moaned before taking him in again.

He rolled his hips into me once, then again, then faster, until he was taking my mouth hard, his body savage, demanding, greedy for the pleasure that I was giving him. I felt him tense…and then, a rush of searing heat hit the back of my throat.

He didn't make a sound when it happened. Just grabbed my hair and wrapped his fingers up in it, pushing himself deep inside as his hot seed coated my tongue.

Good boy, I wanted to say. Oh, such a good boy to give me what I needed so badly.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked, licking him clean.

"Not hard?"

"Okay, yes, I take it back. It was very, very hard. Not to mention huge.“

He chuckled. “As for your question, no, it wasn't difficult to come for you. But fuck, I wanted to do that inside your pussy," he told me, his voice breathless.

"I want that too," I said. "More than you know, Tristan. I want a lot of things from you, for the record.”

I lay one final kiss on his shaft, stood up, and looked down at him. His cock was still ramrod straight, hard as a steel, begging for more. I was fully clothed, and he was vulnerable, half-naked on the couch before me.

I’d taken over the position of power. But when I looked down at him, he pulled his eyes away, like he was avoiding the intimacy of my gaze. Avoiding any acknowledgment of the temporary hierarchy between us.

Once again, he’d stripped away the advantage that I’d gained.

"Tell me what I am to you," I said, my voice weak with need.

He looked up at me, but didn't speak.

"Tell me what this is. This thing between us," I added, the words straining to let themselves escape my body. "Am I just a fun game that lasts a few days until you get bored?"

He shook his head. "You're no game. Not to me. Not to my..." He cut himself off before he could complete the thought. "Not to me," he repeated.

"Then what am I, Tristan? I think I need to know, before whatever's about to happen this weekend happens. I need to know how far away I should lock up my heart before I give my body to you completely."

"I'm not sure what to tell you, Ariana," he said, pulling his hips up to yank his boxers and jeans over his naked hips.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not sure isn't necessarily something I want to get too deeply involved with," I told him, pulling back, my self-preservation instinct kicking in. I could all but feel my heart hardening in defense, ready to pull itself away from any fantasies about an actual life with this man.

"Don't be like that," he said. "Don't make this difficult."

I let out a laugh. "You think I'm the one making this difficult?" I asked. "Look, I'm happy to suck you off. Hell, I was very happy with what you did to me yesterday. But I need to know if it's dangerous to fall in love with you. I need to know if you're going to hurt me, because my heart's not something I give away to just anyone."

His eyes moved up my body and landed on mine with all the focus of a laser burning into my mind. There it was again, the sun blazing in all its glory, masking itself behind the façade of that gorgeous face of his.

"Of course it's dangerous to fall in love with me," he growled. "Everything about me is dangerous. And if all goes well, tonight, you’ll find out why.”