Leonara manages to keep the scowl on her face since early morning when we board the Gulfstream waiting for us at the airport. I tell the flight attendant to keep an eye on her while I discuss final arrangements with the pilot. Emilio and Javier take the seats at the front, and I make my way down the aisle to join Leonara in the main lounge where I find her toying around with all the features and remote controls.
Yesterday, I sent Mariana shopping with the order to buy clothes Leonara feels comfortable in, and I have to admit this is the first time I’ve got a woman with me wearing a washed-out denim jumpsuit, one suspender hanging low over her white shirt underneath. Victoria would choke on her lipstick if forced to wear such a thing, but I’ve never found a girl sexier than the one with me right now. To say I don’t enjoy the view as Leonara bends down to play with a button that caught her attention, her ass nice and taut in the cut off shorts, would be a lie.
“Do you like it?” I ask, referring to the jet’s interior that can only be described as over-the-top ostentatious. Every piece of furniture curves elegantly throughout the cabin, the sofa lining up an entire wall in an S-shape. Soft grays make out the main theme, highlighted by shiny black surfaces, a gray carpet, and red cushions.
“It’s very… much. What’s a toy like that worth? Twenty million?”
I raise my thumb, pointing it up. “You might want to triple that.”
“Crazy.” She plops down into one of the plush seats, the thing so big it nearly swallows her whole, and props her feet onto the table. “How come you don’t own your own jet? I mean, it’s not as if you couldn’t afford it.”
“No one needs a jet, just like no one needs an island or a five-story yacht. It’s all about comparing cock sizes.”
“I see. So, you don’t need a jet because your cock is the biggest anyway.”
I grin at her remark, sinking down into the seat opposite her. “Well, you would know.”
“Not really.” She ruffles her nose, and the gesture is so cute, I have to fight the urge to bend over the table and bite it. “It’s not as if I have any comparison.”
And so it shall remain, is what I nearly say, but the thought messes with my sanity after it manifests in my head.
“You like the color red,” she remarks and stuffs two of the red decor cushions left and right of her to use them as armrests.
“Wine-red, yes,” I correct her, but for some unknown reason, she frowns, her gaze swerving over the seating area as if looking for something.
“Funny, there’s not one ounce of wine red in here. This…” she lifts the cushion under her left arm. “Cherry.” She takes the cushion under her right arm. “Scarlet.” She points to the three cushions on the seat next to me. “Merlot. Crimson. Ruby.”
My mouth drops open while I fight the smile on my face. “You’re right, my mistake. Actually, I also like the color of your lips.” I drop my gaze to them on purpose. “What color is that? Rose?”
My answer forms a cocky smile on her face. “Well played, well played.”
“So, what’s your favorite color?”
“Pantone 321,” she prompts leaving me perplexed, as usual.
“Sorry, but what’s that?”
“The PMS number for my favorite color,” she replies as if my question was misplaced, whereas her reply makes me utter an irritated laugh. “Jeez, not that kind of PMS. The Pantone Matching System is the name of an international color system used in the graphics industry. Pantone 321 is a shade of aquamarine.”
“Oh…” I drawl, faking surprise.
Ending the discussion, Leonara switches her attention to her favorite hobby while I open my notebook to send an email to my event manager. I ask him to find a gown in the exact shade 321 and include Leonara’s size, which I knew since she stepped into my office for the first time.
~~~
“Why am I here again?” she demands a few hours later. I’ve managed to sidestep her questions pretty well by now, but I might as well come clean, considering she has nowhere to go forty thousand feet above the ground. “You have no need for me anymore. All that’s left of Piero Alvarez are bones and ashes. Whatever he owed you, you should deal with the fact that you won’t get it back.”
For a moment, I consider telling her the truth, but if my suspicions are true, and they always are, Leonara is in more danger than before. It’s better for her to stay in the dark until the threat is eliminated. “See it as a holiday.”
“Flying to the other end of the world for a two-day trip? Is this the only free time you get the entire year? If yes, I’m surprised you haven’t had a burn-out yet.” I chuckle but remain silent, hoping she steers the discussion to safer ground. “I mean, do you really think it’s such a good idea to introduce me to your mother, the girl you kidnapped? I can’t see that one going down well.”
“Will you tell her I took you?” I counter, taking the drink the flight attendant hands me. Leonara just shakes her head, but it’s more of a that’s-not-the-point gesture than an actual no. I know she won’t start this topic in front of my family. She might not realize it, but I’ve gained her loyalty, something I truly respect. “There’s a gala taking place I have to attend. I host it every year.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“You’ll be my escort for the evening,” I finally reveal, unable to hold back a smirk as I watch Leonara’s face becoming five shades paler.
“Are you joking?”
“No.”
She tilts her head around my frame, glancing at my two bodyguards sitting at the farthest end. “Emilio, did you check Daniel’s drink? I think the attendant put something in his scotch.” I hear Emilio chuckle from behind me, and Leonara turns back to me. “Not happening.”
“Certainly happening.”
“Uh-uh.” Her head shakes so fast from side to side, her hair flies with the motion. “This is the shittiest idea you ever had.”
I laugh, nearly snorting into my drink. “And why is that?”
“Seriously? What question is that? And why would you want me by your side, me of all the chicks you could have?”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s me,” she argues, as if this answers my question. Taking her feet off the table, she rests her hands on its surface and lowers her voice. “Galas are meant for maintaining appearances. It’s all about representing status, social etiquette, and courtesies. I can’t even tell a white wine glass from a red wine glass, I’ve never worn heels in my life, and every second word from my mouth is either a poor joke or an insult. What kind of impression do you think you’ll make with me? Besides…” she goes on before I can have my say, “… galas mean people. Lots of people. I hate people, I hate crowds, and I can’t stand to be…”
She gets more agitated with her rambling, and I notice an unanticipated flash of fear in her eyes. I knew Leonara preferred herself as her company, but I didn’t know her fear for society went that deep, which becomes even clearer when she makes that shoulder jerk again, and I realize I have to do something to ease her nerves.
Standing up, I walk over to her, offering her my hand. She looks at it in a daze before lifting her gaze to me.
“Come.”
“Where to?”
“Into the bedroom. We still have a few more hours until we land, and we should both get some rest.”
Her eyes are questioning, and she no doubt reads the hidden meaning behind my words. Tentatively, she puts her hand in mine, and I guide her to the other end of the plane opening a sliding door to a spacious bedroom.
A round double bed stands in the middle on a rotating platform so you can either view the window or the eighty-inch flat-screen TV hanging on the wall. Completely unnecessary, but it comes with the package.
“Fuck, yeah,” Leonara gushes before taking off and jumping face-first onto the bed, limbs spread like a starfish. If she weren’t so afraid about someone walking up to her from behind, I would take her right in this position. “I think I’m in love,” she croons, curling her fingers into the fluffy comforter.
When she hears fabric rustling from me discarding my shirt, she spins around quickly, her attention suddenly on my naked chest. With every calculated step I take toward her, she shuffles an inch backward unsure of what awaits her. Well, at least one body-quaking orgasm, I’ll make sure of that.
I crawl over her slowly but mindful not to touch her, figuring I should give her time to get comfortable with my proximity. A look into her eyes tells me she is excited rather than afraid, and I take it as a sign to go on.
Brushing a strand of hair from her face, I whisper, “Did anyone ever go down on you, Leonara?”
A sweet blush rises up her cheeks, and she replies with a trembling, “No.”
I knew the answer beforehand, of course, but I want to give her a hint of what comes next, which will be her directly on my tongue.
“Do you want me to?” I go on, snapping open one suspender of her jumpsuit, then the other. “Because I’d really like to taste you.” She doesn’t answer, which is a first, but her heavy breaths signal that she can’t wait for me to show her what it’s like.
Sliding the denim down her body and over her feet, I do the same with her underwear, exposing her from the belly down. Chancing a glance at her to make sure she’s okay with what I’m doing, I slightly nudge her legs apart and lower my head, skimming a finger over the cherry blossom tattoo on her inner thigh.
A cute giggle comes from her mouth. “That tickles.”
“Yeah?” I whisper over her skin, following the same path with my lips, which turns her giggles into breathy moans.
Leisurely, I place pecks all around her pussy, easing her into the feeling, but when I flick my tongue over her clit, her hips buck, and a hiss escapes her.
“Shit, do that again,” she pleads bashfully, and I smile at having her at my mercy. This time, I go at it full speed, sucking her bud into my mouth. Her hands fly out and dig into my hair to keep me in place.
I give her all I have in store—nibbling, sucking, and licking every part inside and out. Her moans echo through the room, each more licentious than the last. Her carefree nature turns me on like no other has ever accomplished.
“Oh my God, just like that,” she whines while I rub the length of my tongue over her clit. “Yeah, right there… More… Please, give me more.” I grant her the wish, pushing a finger inside her.
The additional penetration brings her over the edge like a rocket, and as if on cue, turbulences cause the plane to rattle, the whole interior vibrating as she rides out her climax on my tongue and finger.
“Damn, that was amazing,” she pants when she comes down from her high.
“You are amazing,” I say when I come back up.
Unfazed by my compliment, she gives me a shove, so I land on my back. “I want to taste you, too.”
Fuck, did she really say that?
Impatient as usual, she unbuckles my jeans and yanks my boxers down, my rock-hard erection springing right into her hand. An instant later, her mouth closes around the tip, and she sucks in my cock until it hits the back of her throat.
“Christ,” I exclaim as she sucks me off, her little tongue making warm circles.
“Am I doing this right?” she asks in between sucks.
I can only utter a strangled, “You’re doing… great.” Satisfied with my answer, she swallows my cock once more, using a hand to rub my length. “Shit, I’m close.” I pull her hair to tell her to come up, but she continues her onslaught. “Leonara, wait, I will…” She only increases her pace, hollowing her cheeks even more, and I can’t hold out a moment longer, coming in her mouth.
She swallows it all, eager to lick every drop while I drown in a flood of pleasure. When she’s done, she sits up, licking her lips and smacking them a few times.
“Tastes salty,” she remarks. “But good.”
I can only laugh at the face she makes, like a sommelier tasting a rare sort of wine and testing the aroma in the finish.
In my euphoria, I forget all about being careful and yank her down on top of me, swallowing her mouth with mine while my hands grab her ass. She tenses immediately and smacks my hands away.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
Fear and shock glisten in her eyes, but it’s like she flicks a switch, her expression back to normal in a second. “What did you do with the spider?”
“What spider?”
“The tarantula. Did you set it free?”
“Uh… I put it in my terrarium.”
“You have a terrarium?” she asks in excitement, and I can only nod in bewilderment. “Cool,” she says before pushing off my body, lying down, and closing her eyes.