pleasure began to waver, and she loosened her tight grip on him. They came down from the high together, their movements stilling as the peak of bliss faded.
“You,” he panted into her neck, “rock.”
Placing her arms around his back she held him close, not wanting to let go. They were made for each other. Her heart knew it as much as her soul. “You aren’t too bad yourself,” she replied and felt the heat of his breath against her shoulder as he silently chuckled.
***
After his heart rate returned to normal, Blake disposed of the condom, straightened his clothing, and gave Gabi a quick kiss on the lips.
“So, you’re going to go out there and pretend like I’m still freshening up?”
She was panicking. Her eyes were wide, her throat convulsing with a deep swallow.
“You’ll be fine. Just walk out there and pretend like nothing happened.”
“Yeah, sure, pretend like nothing happened. And hopefully everyone will miss how my dress is now sporting a thousand wrinkles and my face is flushed.”
His lips curved. “Don’t forget the hickey on your neck.”
Her eyes bugged, and she turned to lean into the mirror. “Are you kidding me?”
He laughed, and she pivoted on her toes to slap a hand over his mouth…again. “Laugh all you want, Blake, but if I get arrested and my parents find out it was because my tattooed, rock star boyf—” She fumbled, breaking eye contact before continuing her rant. “Because I was getting rammed in a commercial airline bathroom, you can deal with my father’s wrath all by yourself.”
Boyfriend . Fuck that sounded good, even though her eyes were now wide in what he assumed was embarrassment. He’d been in relationships before, and normally, the title made his balls shrivel and kick start his mind into planning an escape route. Not this time. Now he knew he’d found what he’d been looking for and couldn’t wait to meet her father.
“He’ll castrate you.” She diverted her gaze to his shirt and poked him in the chest.
OK, well, that tarnished the thrill of meeting her dad just a little bit.
“You won’t get arrested.” He pretended to ignore the boyfriend comment, not wanting to increase her anxiety. He tapped her ass, enjoying the way she jolted in shock. “Follow me out in a few minutes and act natural.”
“Act natural,” she mumbled. “Spoken like a man of experience.”
He tapped her ass again, this time harder, in warning. His “experience” meant jack shit when he now felt like a teenage virgin around Gabi. “I’ll see you out there.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and nodded.
Blake escaped the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and headed for his chair. He puffed out his chest and couldn’t wipe the I-just-got-laid expression from his face. Oh yeah, everyone in business class knew. Some glared at him in disgust, most grinned, sharing in the awesomeness. He couldn’t shake the pride from his step and didn’t bother trying to hide it. Why the hell should he? When it came to Gabi, he was happy to let the world know how much of a love struck fool he was.
Once he took his seat, the flight attendant walked toward him, giving a barely discernible shake of her head, her plump red lips curving.
“Mr. Kennedy.” She crouched down in the aisle beside his chair and raised a brow. “I hope your friend is feeling better.”
He struggled not to laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure my girlfriend will be perfectly fine for the rest of the flight.”
He’d never felt the need to clarify a relationship with anyone before. Ever. Yet right now he wanted this woman to know he was taken. He wanted to wipe the flirtatious smile from her face and make her realize that no other woman would ever tempt him.
She inclined her head and reached into her pants pocket. “Would you mind signing this for me?” She handed him a small notepad and pen. “It’s against company policy to ask, but seeing as though you’re probably overwhelmed with... relief
“You,” he panted into her neck, “rock.”
Placing her arms around his back she held him close, not wanting to let go. They were made for each other. Her heart knew it as much as her soul. “You aren’t too bad yourself,” she replied and felt the heat of his breath against her shoulder as he silently chuckled.
***
After his heart rate returned to normal, Blake disposed of the condom, straightened his clothing, and gave Gabi a quick kiss on the lips.
“So, you’re going to go out there and pretend like I’m still freshening up?”
She was panicking. Her eyes were wide, her throat convulsing with a deep swallow.
“You’ll be fine. Just walk out there and pretend like nothing happened.”
“Yeah, sure, pretend like nothing happened. And hopefully everyone will miss how my dress is now sporting a thousand wrinkles and my face is flushed.”
His lips curved. “Don’t forget the hickey on your neck.”
Her eyes bugged, and she turned to lean into the mirror. “Are you kidding me?”
He laughed, and she pivoted on her toes to slap a hand over his mouth…again. “Laugh all you want, Blake, but if I get arrested and my parents find out it was because my tattooed, rock star boyf—” She fumbled, breaking eye contact before continuing her rant. “Because I was getting rammed in a commercial airline bathroom, you can deal with my father’s wrath all by yourself.”
Boyfriend . Fuck that sounded good, even though her eyes were now wide in what he assumed was embarrassment. He’d been in relationships before, and normally, the title made his balls shrivel and kick start his mind into planning an escape route. Not this time. Now he knew he’d found what he’d been looking for and couldn’t wait to meet her father.
“He’ll castrate you.” She diverted her gaze to his shirt and poked him in the chest.
OK, well, that tarnished the thrill of meeting her dad just a little bit.
“You won’t get arrested.” He pretended to ignore the boyfriend comment, not wanting to increase her anxiety. He tapped her ass, enjoying the way she jolted in shock. “Follow me out in a few minutes and act natural.”
“Act natural,” she mumbled. “Spoken like a man of experience.”
He tapped her ass again, this time harder, in warning. His “experience” meant jack shit when he now felt like a teenage virgin around Gabi. “I’ll see you out there.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and nodded.
Blake escaped the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and headed for his chair. He puffed out his chest and couldn’t wipe the I-just-got-laid expression from his face. Oh yeah, everyone in business class knew. Some glared at him in disgust, most grinned, sharing in the awesomeness. He couldn’t shake the pride from his step and didn’t bother trying to hide it. Why the hell should he? When it came to Gabi, he was happy to let the world know how much of a love struck fool he was.
Once he took his seat, the flight attendant walked toward him, giving a barely discernible shake of her head, her plump red lips curving.
“Mr. Kennedy.” She crouched down in the aisle beside his chair and raised a brow. “I hope your friend is feeling better.”
He struggled not to laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure my girlfriend will be perfectly fine for the rest of the flight.”
He’d never felt the need to clarify a relationship with anyone before. Ever. Yet right now he wanted this woman to know he was taken. He wanted to wipe the flirtatious smile from her face and make her realize that no other woman would ever tempt him.
She inclined her head and reached into her pants pocket. “Would you mind signing this for me?” She handed him a small notepad and pen. “It’s against company policy to ask, but seeing as though you’re probably overwhelmed with... relief
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