We barely make it back onto Sean’s private jet before our lips lock, our hands clinging to each other without a thought of letting go.

“Mr. Burrows, you need to take a seat for us to take off,” a man, who I assume is our captain, says.

Sean moves us further onto the plane.

“We’ll be in a seat in the back,” Sean says between kisses.

He starts pulling me down through the aisle of the plane. His hands travel over my body while his lips stay glued to mine.

I’m not sure if the captain is going to allow us to sit in the back. I’m sure he knows that we won’t be sitting in the bedroom. But he doesn’t say anything to us. I guess, when you own your own jet, it doesn’t really matter if you follow all the rules.

And, right now, I want to break all the rules. Every. Single. One.

I want to feel things I have never felt before. Do things I have never done before.

I want to know what it is really like to be loved by a man who truly loves me. I’m just not sure if Sean is the man I will get to experience real love with. But I do know that I get to experience the best sex of my life with him.

Sean pulls me into the bedroom and slams the door shut behind us.

“I want it dirty. Show me how dirty and rough you can be, just like in the videos you make,” I say.

Sean stops kissing me long enough to cock his head to one side with a look I haven’t seen before. “I don’t think you understand how dirty it can really get.”

I grin. “I think I’ve seen plenty dirty so far. But I want more.”

Sean kisses me hard. “Tell me what you want, Olive.”

I bite my lip as I think about what I want. “Tie me up, spank me, talk dirty to me. I want everything.”

Sean’s eyes intensify.

“Show me how to fuck like a porn star,” I say.

He grabs my arm and forces it behind my back, and then he pulls the other one behind my back as well. “You like it rough, you’ll get it rough, baby,” Sean says.

He ties my hands together behind my back with rope that I have no idea where he got it from.

“I knew you would want it rough, so I brought some things with me,” Sean whispers into my ear, answering my unspoken question.

He spins me around to face him and then rips my shirt open, exposing my lace bra that I found packed in my suitcase, which one of Sean’s staff must have bought for me. It’s more expensive than anything I own, and it makes my breasts look amazing. From Sean’s gaze, I think he agrees.

But then he rips the thin material holding my bra in place. “My dirty girl thinks she needs to wear lace to impress me, but I’d rather just have you naked.”

I suck in a breath as his tongue travels down my body and then over my breasts, teasing me in a way that only he can.

“I need you,” I say. But I don’t know what I need. All I know is that I need more. I’m consumed by need for him, and I’m not sure that I will ever get enough.

He rips my pants off my body and then throws me on the bed. I’ve never been so turned on as I am right now. The excitement of not knowing how far he is going to take it, how dirty it is going to get, is driving me mad with need.

I feel his palm hit against my bare ass, and I scream from the shock. Then, I realize that we are on a plane that, albeit is huge, is not huge enough to hide my screams.

Sean grins. “You can scream, baby. This room is just as soundproof as any of my bedrooms.”

His hand hits my ass again, and I scream again. The pain is more than I expected, especially since I can’t move. My hands are tied behind my back, my face is smushed into the bed, and my ass is up in the air.

He hits me again, and I cry out, but as much as I don’t want to admit it, being controlled like this turns me on even more.

“You like it like this. Dirty, filthy,” Sean says.

I pant. “Yes.”

I feel the sting on my ass again.

Then, he says, “I want to fuck your ass. I want you to feel what it’s really like to feel dirty. I want to claim every last bit of you.”

I suck in a breath. Liking and hating that thought at the same time.

I feel his cock already pushing at my ass, begging to enter.

I feel him tug on my hair, pulling my head up as he kisses down my neck.

“Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”

He kisses my neck as his hand finds my pussy. His fingers rub over me until his hands are soaked with my wetness. His fingers move the wetness from my pussy to my ass. He gently slides his finger in my ass, and I moan as he stretches me.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” I say, barely able to get the words out because it feels so good.

He slaps my ass again just as his cock replaces his fingers.

I forgot how large he was until he pushed inside my ass.

He slaps me again as he thrusts inside me.

I scream, “Fuck, Sean.”

He kisses my lips. “That’s my dirty girl.”

I nod, loving being his dirty girl. If only I were really his. If this is how he fucks me now, I would love to know what it would be like for him to fuck me when and if he actually made me his.

But thoughts like that easily leave my mind when he fucks me harder. Pounding into me until I can’t take it any longer.

I come as he fills my ass with his own cum.

He cuts the rope off my wrists and then wraps his arms around me as he sweetly kisses my neck.

I suck in a breath, letting the emotions I feel run through me.

“I lo—” I begin but then stop myself.

“Hmm?” Sean says, barely awake.

I shake my head as I continue to breathe heavily. “I think I like being your dirty girl.”

He softly kisses me on the lips and pulls me tighter to him. I know, within seconds, we are both going to be sound asleep.

But I can’t help but think that I could love him. I might even already be in love with him.

I just need to stop loving him. He’s my boss, and he’s made it perfectly clear that he is in love with Jamie, not me.

This was a last fling, and I just got carried away. I don’t love him.