pink fairy getup, to the day I was the oldest guy at your senior prom, that I haven’t loved you. Loved you, fallen in love with you. Loved you when we were apart.
“Then-“
He kissed her, then flipped her while her brain was fuzzy, her lips throbbed, and her muscles were still clenching around him. Sitting astride Gray was a favorite position. She punished him by digging her nails into the light covering of hair on his chest. Rising and falling slowly enough to give him a turn at measured torment. Hannah knew exactly where and how to touch him. Knew what made him crazy, knew when to slow down and when to speed up.
“Killing me!” His chest rose and fell with his erratic breathing, his large hands hard on her hips as he thrust up as she plunged down.
Sweat ran into her eye, and the taut pull of pleasure surged through her as each stoke went deeper. “You. Love. It.”
“Love. You ! Jesus, woman. Like tha- Yes !”
Hannah spun off into a brilliant fireworks display as she came hard. Grayson’s body went rigid beneath her and he yelled her name.
Gasping, limp and satiated, Hannah collapsed on his chest, burying her face against his damp neck, as their skin stuck together. Every muscle in her body had turned to sensitized liquid. She gave a shuddering sigh as he straightened out her legs to make her more comfortable, although Hannah could’ve slept right where she was.
“Hmm.” she realized the jet was bumping and shimming down the runway. “How many people are crammed on this plane?” Hannah imagined them six deep in the main cabin. All knowing she was in here naked.
“You. Me. Mike.”
It was a relief knowing there weren’t dozens of people out there knowing what they were up to back here. She propped herself up on her folded arms, braced on his chest. “Are you done with all your spy stuff?”
“For now, yeah.” Lazily he stroked his palm down her back. “Without you, we would never have fingered Stonefish.”
Hannah pulled a face. “That’s a nasty way of putting it. But that’s great.”
She almost jumped a foot at the disembodied voice over an intercom. “Hurry up kids, we have places to go and things to do.”
“Holy crap!” she dropped her voice to a whisper. “Can he hear us?”
“No. But he’ll know if we don’t have our belts buckled before he takes off.”
“We better get dressed before we go out there, don’t you think?”
Grayson picked up a strap and buckle from the side of the bed. “Right here.”
“Seriously?” Hannah gave an inelegant snort of laughter. “You want to strap me to a bed?”
“Mike won’t lift off otherwise.”
She rolled off him to lie by his side. “What kind of kinky stuff goes on back here?”
He grinned. “The belt’s used if we have an injured operative . Lie down again, my skeptical little fairy.”
“We have the all clear from the tower,” Mike’s voice came over the PA. “Buckle up, love birds. Wheels up in five.”
“Told you. Hand me the strap on your side. There.” He buckled, and tightened the belt across their waists.
She looked at the wide strap across their naked bodies. “Do you see how ridiculous this is?”
He turned his head on the pillow they shared. “I don’t know. I kinda like it.” His wet hair brushed her forehead.
“Did you take a shower?”
“There’s another bathroom in the main cabin.”
“We don’t smell of soap.”
“An operative isn’t supposed to smell pretty. Imagine a bad guy smelling Brut as he rounds a corner. We’re supposed to not have a smell at all.”
“Hmm.
“But your skin has a deliciously, distinct smell. Honey and orange blossoms. I could find you blindfolded in a dark room.”
“Yeah, you mentioned that before. But that’s not likely to come up soon, since I live in Chicago, and I have no idea where you live. What happened with Colton?”
“My brother’s on his way to Montana, which is where I happen to live, in the second transport. He’s not a happy
“Then-“
He kissed her, then flipped her while her brain was fuzzy, her lips throbbed, and her muscles were still clenching around him. Sitting astride Gray was a favorite position. She punished him by digging her nails into the light covering of hair on his chest. Rising and falling slowly enough to give him a turn at measured torment. Hannah knew exactly where and how to touch him. Knew what made him crazy, knew when to slow down and when to speed up.
“Killing me!” His chest rose and fell with his erratic breathing, his large hands hard on her hips as he thrust up as she plunged down.
Sweat ran into her eye, and the taut pull of pleasure surged through her as each stoke went deeper. “You. Love. It.”
“Love. You ! Jesus, woman. Like tha- Yes !”
Hannah spun off into a brilliant fireworks display as she came hard. Grayson’s body went rigid beneath her and he yelled her name.
Gasping, limp and satiated, Hannah collapsed on his chest, burying her face against his damp neck, as their skin stuck together. Every muscle in her body had turned to sensitized liquid. She gave a shuddering sigh as he straightened out her legs to make her more comfortable, although Hannah could’ve slept right where she was.
“Hmm.” she realized the jet was bumping and shimming down the runway. “How many people are crammed on this plane?” Hannah imagined them six deep in the main cabin. All knowing she was in here naked.
“You. Me. Mike.”
It was a relief knowing there weren’t dozens of people out there knowing what they were up to back here. She propped herself up on her folded arms, braced on his chest. “Are you done with all your spy stuff?”
“For now, yeah.” Lazily he stroked his palm down her back. “Without you, we would never have fingered Stonefish.”
Hannah pulled a face. “That’s a nasty way of putting it. But that’s great.”
She almost jumped a foot at the disembodied voice over an intercom. “Hurry up kids, we have places to go and things to do.”
“Holy crap!” she dropped her voice to a whisper. “Can he hear us?”
“No. But he’ll know if we don’t have our belts buckled before he takes off.”
“We better get dressed before we go out there, don’t you think?”
Grayson picked up a strap and buckle from the side of the bed. “Right here.”
“Seriously?” Hannah gave an inelegant snort of laughter. “You want to strap me to a bed?”
“Mike won’t lift off otherwise.”
She rolled off him to lie by his side. “What kind of kinky stuff goes on back here?”
He grinned. “The belt’s used if we have an injured operative . Lie down again, my skeptical little fairy.”
“We have the all clear from the tower,” Mike’s voice came over the PA. “Buckle up, love birds. Wheels up in five.”
“Told you. Hand me the strap on your side. There.” He buckled, and tightened the belt across their waists.
She looked at the wide strap across their naked bodies. “Do you see how ridiculous this is?”
He turned his head on the pillow they shared. “I don’t know. I kinda like it.” His wet hair brushed her forehead.
“Did you take a shower?”
“There’s another bathroom in the main cabin.”
“We don’t smell of soap.”
“An operative isn’t supposed to smell pretty. Imagine a bad guy smelling Brut as he rounds a corner. We’re supposed to not have a smell at all.”
“Hmm.
“But your skin has a deliciously, distinct smell. Honey and orange blossoms. I could find you blindfolded in a dark room.”
“Yeah, you mentioned that before. But that’s not likely to come up soon, since I live in Chicago, and I have no idea where you live. What happened with Colton?”
“My brother’s on his way to Montana, which is where I happen to live, in the second transport. He’s not a happy
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