The tag attached to her uniform inches from her right nipple says her name is Jayne Reese. Her slate gray eyes tell me she wants me to fuck her. If lust at first sight is a thing, this is it.

Even before she exchanges a word with me, I know I’ll fuck her.

My dick is hard as I lean into the reclining seat and watch her make her way down the narrow carpeted aisles, talking in a hushed voice with the other passengers while glancing at me from the corner of her eye. When she finally turns to me, her gaze lingers on my face a little longer than necessary. Our hands brush as she hands me a coffee. She gives me a shy smile before she turns to a man typing on his laptop. Picking his pillow from the floor, she bends over more than she needs to. She knows I’m watching.

Flipping open a copy of the New York Times, I bide my time, waiting for her to meet the needs of the others before meeting mine. When the plane is hovering comfortably above the clouds, headed for Spain, she returns to me, her curvy hips swaying from side to side, a smile brightening up her heart-shaped face.

“Is everything to your satisfaction, Mr. LaClaire?” The scent of her perfume reminds me of summer but it’s cut by the sharp trace of hand sanitizer.

Although our family owns several private planes, and my brothers make use of them constantly, I only turn to them during emergencies or for short trips. Every time I fly with one of our jets, images of the crash which resulted in our parents’ deaths taunt me. Images that will forever be carved at the surface of my mind, reflected in my dreams. Images of broken bodies and disfigured faces. Images that send me flying all over the world looking for a rush to drown them.

Every time I board a plane, commercial or otherwise, I send each of my brothers a text message to tell them I love them. I don’t give a damn if it’s considered cheesy. If the plane I’m on happens to come crashing down, I want them to know they were among the last people I thought about.

Besides the fact that I feel safer being flown by a pilot responsible for more people, forcing him to pay additional attention, I also get a chance to be among hot flight attendants. I have a taste for women in uniform and make the most of their services, more than they’re paid to provide.

“Everything is perfect, Ms. Reese.” I lean back in my seat and allow my gaze to slide from her smooth forehead down her perfect nose and sun-kissed lips, past her fragile chin, to her smooth neck. “That’s a lovely necklace you have there,” I say in an attempt to start a conversation outside what is required.

Her fingers move to her throat, touching the vintage compass pendant that rests in the hollow of her neck. “My grandmother gave it to me.” Her eyes light up at the mention of someone she loves. “She said it will help me find my way back home. She never really wanted me to become a flight attendant.”

“She must miss you a lot when you travel.” I fold my newspaper in half and lay it on my lap. “How old is she?”

“Ninety.” The light in her eyes dims. “Her health is deteriorating. I wish I could be there for her more often.” She glances over her shoulder at one of her colleagues, a woman with a sharp bob and equally sharp eyes that keep flicking in our direction.

“Are you the only family she has?” My voice is drowned by the rustle of food wrappers and the captain’s voice over the loudspeakers.

Jayne picks up my empty cup of coffee and places it on a silver tray. “She’s all I have.”

“I bet you don’t get to see her often.”

“Not really. That’s why this is my last trip. I want to spend a bit more time with her before . . .” Her next words dissolve on her lips.

I shift in my seat. Time to change the subject. The conversation is headed in a direction I didn’t intend for it to go. As much as I wanted to connect with her on a more personal level, making her sad would defeat the purpose of our conversation.

I gaze past her shoulder at the other flight attendant, who is now watching us shamelessly, her face tight with disapproval. “Is the woman with the bob and pearl earrings your supervisor or something?” I say above a whisper.

Jayne visibly flinches, looking over her shoulder to the woman in question. “Yes, why?”

I lean forward. “She doesn’t seem to approve of our conversation.”

“Yeah.” Jayne shifts from foot to foot. “I should get back to work. Is there anything else you need, sir?”

“Actually, there is.” I hold her gaze, communicating without words.

“Anything.” Her tone is flirty.

“You sure about that?” I give her a grin that gives her pale cheeks color.

“I’m sure.” The way she utters the words tells me it’s not the first time she will be doing what I’m about to ask of her. Naughty girl. How many men has she slept with mid-air? And how’s that my business? My only concern is to make sure I’m next in line.

Her supervisor starts making her way toward us.

“Okay, Jayne, it was nice talking to you.” I pull a pen from my breast pocket and jot a message on a napkin. Doing my best to be discreet, I place the napkin on the tray next to the glass. “I hope to see you later.”

With that, she gets back to work, even though her gaze keeps returning to me from time to time. She read my note. I can see the fire in her eyes.

My suspicions are confirmed when the lights go out and she ends up locked inside one of the toilets with me, her back pressed against the wall, legs around my waist, my dick pulsing inside her.

My jaw tightens with tension as the muscles of her warm, sleek pussy wraps around my cock, sucking me dry. As I thrust into her, her ample breasts bounce on her chest. Her mouth opens in preparation for the scream I know she might not be able to hold back much longer. I place a hand over her mouth, killing her orgasmic moans before they’re heard from outside. Gazing deep into her eyes, I press her harder against the thin wall, tighten a hand around her firm ass, and thrust into her several more times until she comes for me. When I reach my own breaking point, I withdraw and lower her feet to the floor, remove the condom. I place a hand on her shoulder and push her down.

“On your knees.” My voice is raw with desire.

A sexy smile playing at her lips, she obeys and my dick disappears into her mouth, inch by inch. Placing a supporting hand behind her head, I push myself deeper into her, stopping only when she gags. Throwing back my head and closing my eyes, I revel in the rush of adrenaline brought on by the thought of fucking a woman in midair. But when my balls drain of cum, it’s not her face I see in my mind’s eye.