Chapter Nineteen
Alfie
As much as I wanted to make love to Molly for our last night together, it didn’t happen. Bill showed up at the house just after dinner, and we spent a long time that night, talking through things. I still wasn’t happy with the marketing set, but we’d agreed to both take a breather from it and come back fresh.
It was Molly straddling my hips the next morning that woke me instead of the alarm. I had set my phone to get us up in time to get to the airport in London, but it obviously wasn’t needed. I couldn’t help the grin on my face as I blinked away sleep from my eyes to focus up at Molly.
“You’re a much better alarm clock,” I said, rubbing the top of her bare thighs. I could feel the heat of her pressing up against me intimately. “How much time do we have?”
“Maybe a few minutes before your phone goes off,” Molly replied, a smile still tugging at her lips. “Plenty of time for a little bit of fun.”
I laughed when she wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.
“Maybe,” I said, and reluctantly calmed myself at the prospect of one last time with Molly. “We should get showered and ready to go though. It’s not going to be a good thing if we keep the pilot waiting for our flight to New York.”
Molly pouted down at me. “Eight hours of flying back to the States doesn’t sound as pleasant as staying in this bed with you.”
I gritted my teeth when she ground down against me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. This was a side of Molly that I was starting to really crave—the lighthearted, but seductive and sassy bedroom behavior. I’d have given just about anything to turn her over and press her to the bed aggressively, but it would cause us to be late. My plane was being used by some other high-level executives later that day to get back from New York. I was responsible if nothing else.
Almost to a fault.
“While I agree with you, I do have a meeting to attend to. It might be hard to explain to my co-workers in the city why I missed my flight.”
“It’d make a hilarious story,” Molly said and rolled her sweet hips, grinding her softness down the thick length of my cock. “You’re right though. I have to go see my boss after we get to the city.”
She started to rise from my waist, but I grasped her hips before she could rise all the way. I stared up at Molly while an array of emotions went through me. I had no idea what to expect once we said goodbye in the airport at New York City. All I knew was that Molly planned to see Peyton as soon as we landed while I planned on visiting Logan before my meeting.
I owed Molly for her marketing strategy, but it was hard to read what she exactly wanted for me. She kept her emotions and thoughts well-guarded at all times despite her light-hearted nature.
“What is it?” Molly asked, a puzzled frown on her face. “Is everything okay?”
I nodded as I let go of her thighs. “Everything’s fine. I was just thinking about something is all.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Just my schedule in New York is all,” I said as Molly reluctantly crawled off of me. I caught sight of a glimmer of nervousness in her eyes before she turned to slide off the bed in the opposite direction. “What are you planning to do besides seeing Peyton and going back to work?”
“I suppose I better find a place to stay,” Molly said, rising from the bed with a sigh. “Not that I want to do that, but that’s unfortunately high on the priority list. Peyton is open to letting me stay with her as long as I need to, but you know how hard roommates are.”
I chuckled. “You and I have done pretty well, I think.”
“I agree.” She stood and walked to the bathroom, pulling off her t-shirt and shaking her pretty ass seductively. “You know… We could wash each other’s backs in the shower.”
“You’re going to be the death of me. Get done, and let’s get going. We’ll find time while I’m still in New York to get together. I need at least one more night before you walk out of my life.” I sat up and hated the sadness that tainted her expression.
She nodded and closed the door behind her, leaving me hard and aching in the bed. I should have just moved the fucking flight.
*
“So, is this your private plane or the company’s?” Molly glanced over her shoulder to find me checking out her ass, no doubt. The stairs to the plane had her in the perfect position for me to get eye level with it.
I swallowed hard and gave her a sexy smirk. “You look so damn good in these jeans. Did you know that?”
“Stop it.” She blushed and hurried into the plane.
“It’s the company’s, but I’m the majority shareholder at this point.” I moved in behind her and sat down in the big leather seat beside her. “
“Well, I honestly love it.” She gave me a big grin, and I could almost sense the merriment coming off of her. I’d almost forgotten what it must be like for someone else who didn’t have wealth hanging all around them from the time of birth. Her excitement actually excited me a little. I’d started to take things for granted, but having her there to truly enjoy the beauty of what life could offer was exhilarating and yet humbling all at the same moment.
It would have been so damn easy to reach out and pull her close to me. To tell her that I loved her even though it was too damn early to be falling for each other. Making love changed that. So did both of us giving deeply to each other outside of the bedroom. Her cleaning up and cooking dinner, as well as offering me marketing advice here and there.
I knew she was grateful for me sharing my home and my body, as well as putting Harry’s sorry ass in his place several times. It was a beautiful relationship in the making, and here we both were, headed into the unknown together without a plan to solidify ‘us.’
It was sickening.
“All right folks,” the pilot spoke over the intercom above us, and Molly yelped. I laughed and reached out to take her hand. “It’s going to be an 8-hour flight today. Please let us know if you need anything.”
The flight attendant walked up and smiled. “Can I get either of you something to drink?”
I turned my attention to Molly. “You want something?”
“Sure. Bourbon and Coke.” She leaned back in her seat and let out a soft sigh. I had a hard time taking my eyes off of her. Should have made love to her while I had the chance. Fuck.
“And for you, sir?” The attendant smiled down at me.
“I’ll have a glass of red wine. Thank you.” I leaned back, reclining my chair a little.
“I really hate flying.” Molly reached out and took my hand as the door to the plane closed, and it started to move backward.
“Well, don’t. This plane is made for high class, and the pilots are the best in the world. Just lay back and relax. We’ll be there before we know it.”
“Okay, but talk to me about something. Keep my mind off of it all.” She glanced over, her eyes wide and the vein on the side of her neck pulsing like crazy.
I chuckled and squeezed her hand before releasing her. The drinks showed up, and I dove into a long spill, explaining what was going on with the marketing for our new Zenith project.
“Wow. That sounds revolutionary, Alfie. It’s going to allow you to talk wirelessly and see a projected hologram of the person you’re talking to?”
“Yep.” I nodded, feeling pretty damn good from her intrigue. I found myself wanting to impress the pretty girl, no matter what it took. “And I believe that we really need to use one target audience to sell it to.”
“Of course. That’s how you sell things. Target one group and focus on them, and then let them sell it to the world.”
My heart skipped a beat. It was as if she pulled the words from my conversation the previous week with Bill. “Exactly! Jeez. You’d think it was a hard concept with the way Bill and them have been acting this last week.”
“Bill is one of your marketing guys?”
“Yes.” I nodded and finished my wine as the warmth of the liquor filled my stomach.
“I think you should honestly focus on the millennials, Alfie. They’re the perfect group to hone in on. Get influencers involved, and perhaps you could do a series of commercials and billboard ads with them in amazement or shock. It could almost be linked to the entertainment industry. Like to Star Wars or something. It’s a brand that’s spanned generation after generation. You’d bring in the older generations because of the memories they have about the movies as kids.” She was beaming, and I was three steps beyond turned on.
The fact that she was intensely obedient in the bedroom and one of the most beautiful creatures I’d ever seen was more than enough. Throwing in how fucking brilliant she was wasn’t helping my plans of letting her go. I could see her quickly becoming not only part of my life, but part of my company as well.
“I love it. It’s brilliant.” I smiled and brushed my fingers over my lips. “I kept trying to think through a way to bridge the gap, but you did it in three minutes flat.” I reached over and took her hand, pulling it up to my lips and kissing her knuckles softly. “Fuck, woman. Be careful.”
“Why?” She breathed heavily as her eyes moved down to my lips.
“Lest I fall in love with you.” I licked at the space between her knuckles, and she moaned softly.
“How private is this plane?” She glanced up toward the front of the plane.
The attendant must have noticed Molly looking up toward them because she stood and walked back to us. “Anything else I can get you?”
I lifted my wine glass to her. “No, just some privacy. Please close the main cabin privacy screen. We’ll be good until we get to New York. Or better yet…give me the bottle of wine and then close it.”
Molly pulled her hand from mine and unbuckled her seat belt. The sharp rising and falling of her chest had her breasts bouncing a little, and that was all it took. I might not have had time to give her a proper dicking that morning, but she was sure as fuck getting it now.
She was so far beyond anything I’d imagined, and the things she’d let me do to her over the last few weeks were mind blowing. She was a lady in the streets and a slut in my bed.
Only my bed.
“Here you go, sir.” The attendant gave us a shy smile and closed the door. That’s all we needed. She was mine. I just had to figure out how the fuck to keep her forever.