“You’re in my seat.”

“Correction,” I say, grinning up at Dex as I stretch out in the Captain’s chair. “It was your seat.”

After an intense year of classes, non-stop practice, all-night study sessions, roughly sixteen hundred logged flight hours, and a whole lot of aced tests, I’m officially a licensed and certified Airline Transport Pilot.

And a damned good one.

“I like you better in your stewardess uniform,” Dex says, still standing over me. “I miss that short skirt.”

“I don’t,” I say with a laugh. “I hated showing the bottom of my ass cheeks every time I bent over. These pants are much more professional.”

“Not if they’re crumpled up on the floor,” Dex says. Uh-oh. He’s getting that look again; the one that he gets right before my clothes end up crumpled on the floor.

I swallow hard as I look out the windshield. We’re in Marv’s jet that’s still in the hangar. It seems to be empty, but any airport personnel can walk in at any time.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I warn, feeling my heart speed up. “Marv will be here soon.”

He looks at the watch that’s strapped to his thick tattooed forearm and grins. “In an hour. We have time to settle this properly.”

“Settle what?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

“Who gets the Captain’s seat.”

I make a show of looking down at the seat that I’m sitting on. “I think that’s already settled, Mr. Co-Pilot.”

He grumbles. This is killing him. I love it.

“Grab a seat,” I say, pointing at the seat to my right. “My pussy pit. My rules.”

He crosses his arms over his massive chest as he stares down at me. “I’m the more experienced pilot.”

“Experienced at nearly crashing into the ocean,” I say, looking out the windshield and trying to ignore his narrowed eyes on me. “I still remember that little incident.”

“And I remember your naked ass being the cause of that little incident.”

I shake my head. “I don’t recall that part at all.”

“How convenient.”

“Agree to disagree.”

“Agree to get out of my seat.”

“Never.”

We stare at each other for a full thirty seconds before either of say a word.

“Looks like the war is back on,” I say with a grin.

“Was it ever off?”

I laugh. We’ve been dating for the past year and a half, and it’s been ah-ma-zing. Although sometimes we are at each other’s throats, we’re always quick to make up in the best possible way: with hot make-up sex.

Three months after our trip to Prince Kalib’s private island, we moved in together, and it’s been a dream ever since. I bought a cute little house with the rest of the commission money, and we both love it.

Dex has been so supportive during my flight training, helping me out and pushing me to be better and better.

One night he took me flying, and we were practicing landings. I was so frustrated at how hard he was pushing me, and I blew up at him, saying he was being too hard on me.

“You’re carrying the most precious thing in the world to me on any plane you fly,” he snapped back at me. “Of course, I’m going to ride you as hard as I can.”

I just smiled and tried again and again and again until I nailed the landing. Once I saw it through Dex’s eyes, it made me work a little harder. He was helping me become the best pilot that I could be for selfish reasons. He wanted to keep me safe.

I completed my training two weeks ago, and Marv held up his word and gave me a job as a pilot. This is our first flight together. I should have known we would be fighting before we even started the engines.

“We can settle this the hard way,” Dex says, licking his lips. “Or the fun way.”

“Ohh,” I say, rubbing my chin while I look him up and down. “I want the fun and hard way.” My eyes drop down to the front of his pants where he’s hiding my favorite joystick.

He grins as he loosens his tie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “That’s why I love you,” he says, biting his bottom lip as he stares down at me.

“What’s going on here?” I ask, feeling my breath quicken as he takes off his shirt. “I wasn’t trained for this during my flight courses.”

“I hope not,” he says, leaning over me. I hold my breath as he places his hands on my arm rests, flexing his tattooed arms as his lips hover over mine. “The pilot with the best control should be the Captain. The one who comes first moves to the co-pilot’s seat.”

“Mmmm,” I moan, enjoying his hard body so close to mine. I’m already getting wet. I’m going to suck at this game.

But it’s a competition I’m going to love to lose, so I agree.

His lips come down hard on mine, getting me all worked up. I love kissing Dex. His tongue is like a roller coaster-gliding, plunging, thrilling. And of course, it always gets my heart pumping.

We’ve had sex hundreds of times over the past year and a half, but each time keeps getting better and better. Dex has become a master at pleasing my body, knowing exactly where to touch at the right pressure and speed. That’s why I’m probably going to be flying to Fiji in the co-pilot’s seat.

Like I care.

Dex unbuckles his pants and lets them drop to his ankles. I gulp as I stare at the huge rod in his boxer briefs.

“So, I guess it’s true that pilots get it up faster,” I say, shifting in my seat.

He pulls his boxer briefs down and grips his hard dick, sliding his hand up and down his long shaft. “And we can keep it up for hours too.”

“Prove it.”

The two of us work together to get my clothes off as quickly as possible. He pushes me back down on the seat, and I spread my legs for him as he kneels in front of me and comes forward, gripping his massive cock.

“Watch this smooth precision approach,” he says, grinning as he approaches.

I laugh until the head of his cock pushes against my opening, making me gasp. Then there are no more laughs. Just shivers of anticipation.

He fills me completely, burying his huge dick down my tunnel as he drives in deep. I’m not going to last long. I can already feel it.

The thrill of fucking in a cockpit with the added thrill of being in a hangar that anyone can walk into at any time is making the pressure build in my body quicker than usual.

Dex grabs my knees and separates them, staring down at his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. He reaches down and presses his thumb onto my aching clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

Don’t come. Don’t come.

I’m trying to last but the feeling is just too fucking amazing.

“No fair,” I say, grabbing his wrist. I try to pull his hand away but it doesn’t move. “Please assist yourself before assisting the people around you.”

Dex grins, but he doesn’t listen. He rubs my clit harder and it’s enough to send me flying through the clouds. Who needs a pilot’s license when Dex can bring me to these insane heights?

My muscles clench around him as the orgasm hits me. I’m crying out, cursing his name as the delicious waves of heat wash over me.

He grunts soon after, thrusting hard as he empties himself fully inside me. I open my arms and then wrap them around him as he falls into me, breathing hard and fast.

His cheek is pressed against my breast as he slips out of me. “You’re in my seat.”

“Are you sure you want it?” I ask, scratching his back. He loves it when I scratch his back after sex. “It’s full of juices and cum. Maybe you should sit in the back with Marv.”

He laughs. “And miss the spectacular view? No thanks.”

“You can see the spectacular clouds from the passenger windows.”

“That’s not the spectacular view that I’m talking about.”

The door of the hangar opens, and we explode out of each other’s arms, getting dressed in record time. “What’s going on in here?” Marv asks when he walks in the plane two minutes later.

“We just had sex,” Dex says.

I slap his arm so hard, but I think I hurt my hand more than I hurt him.

“That’s not true,” I say, my voice racing. “I was doing the necessary checks.”

“That’s right,” Dex says with a smirk on his frustratingly handsome face. “She was checking out my cock.”

Marv just rolls his eyes. “Save it for Fiji,” he says. “You have two weeks on the beach with your own private villa.”

“Really?” Dex asks, perking up. “No Motel Seven this time?”

Marv shakes his head as he heads into the fuselage. “Not this time. Only the best for my honeymoon.”

Dex and I turn our heads slowly, smiling wide as we make eye contact.

“Beachfront,” I whisper.

“Private villa,” he whispers back.

We’re about to high-five when the new bride walks into the plane. “Hi, guys,” she says cheerily.

“Hi, Sandra,” we both say back.

Thankfully, Kara is no longer in the picture. A month after we returned from Prince Kalib’s private island, she got fired from Hidden Pleasures after she went on an angry rant on Twitter. She managed to insult overweight people and four different races in only a hundred and forty characters. There was a huge public backlash, and she hasn’t been able to get a modeling job since. She and Marv divorced shortly after.

His new wife Sandra is awesome. I actually enjoy spending time with her, and she makes these trips even better.

“You two keep your eyes on the road and not on each other, okay?” she says, smiling wide. “I don’t want to crash on the way to my honeymoon.”

“Don’t worry,” Dex says, smiling back at her. “I have big plans for this trip.”

My cheeks heat up and I swallow hard as I think back to last week. I was searching for one of Dex’s old t-shirts in his drawers when I found a purple box.

An engagement ring box.

I gasped, holding my breath and staring at it for a full five minutes. When I finally caught myself, I quickly closed the drawer and walked away. I didn’t look inside, but I know what was in there. I guess I’ll find out for sure this week!

I would love to marry Dex. He’d be an amazing husband and an excellent father. He’s so excited to have kids, and although I’ve never really thought about it before we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it lately. I really want to have his children.

“Just get us there safely,” Sandra says before walking back to join her new husband. “So we can have some fun on the beach!”

“All right,” I say, reluctantly stepping out of the pilot’s seat when we’re alone again. “You have more control even if you did come only ten seconds after me. You can be the pilot.”

“Sit that fine ass down,” he says, grabbing the co-pilot’s headset. “Do you really think I’m going to let you be the co-pilot on your first official flight? You’re flying. You earned it!”

“Really?” I ask, feeling a dump of adrenaline rocket through me. “Are you sure?”

He grins as he puts his headset on and looks ahead. “Awaiting your instructions, Captain.”

I take a deep breath trying to calm my excited nerves. So, this is what it’s like to have all of your dreams come true.

It’s pretty fucking awesome.

I put my headset on, smiling wide as I turn the plane on. The engines rumble under my feet, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from squealing in joy.

The headsets click on, and I hear Dex’s gravelly voice in my ear. “What can I do for you, Captain?”

I grin as I turn to him with raised eyebrows. “A coffee. Two milks.”

His face drops. “Are you serious?”

“My cockpit. My rules.”

He huffs out a frustrated breath as he gets up from his chair and heads into the galley. I slap his ass as he passes me. “The parachute’s over there if you don’t like it, sweetheart.”

The look he gives me tells me I’m going to pay for that later.

I bit my lip and grin. I’m already looking forward to it.

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