Flight Risk Read Online Free book Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
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“Change of plans, Monica. We’re heading to Paris.”

“Yes, sir,” Monica says, and smiles at Sophia.

We climb the stairs and sit down on the two seats that are side by side. I reach over and grab the buckle for Sophia as the crew busy themselves with getting us ready for takeoff.

“Um, is that your wife?” Sophia whispers as she looks over to where Monica is talking to the flight attendant.

“No,” I say, clicking the lock on the belt. I see the blush on her cheeks, and I lean forward so our lips are just a breath apart. “I haven’t been with a woman in longer than I can remember. Right now I don’t even want to try. Imagining anyone besides you is going to be painful, so I’ll skip it. One look at you, sweet little Sophia, and you’ve got me picking out rings in my head.”

She licks her lips, and I can’t stand it anymore. I lean forward, and her gasp of surprise gives me the opening I want as I slip my tongue past her lips. Fuck, she tastes just like how I imagined.

Her fingers tighten on my shirt as she pulls me closer. Her mouth opens wider and her tits press harder against my chest. She moans and it goes straight to my cock.

Somewhere in the distance I hear the flight attendant over the intercom announcing takeoff, and I feel the plane start to rise.

Sophia’s body goes rigid, and I lean back, looking into her scared eyes.

“Are you okay?” I ask, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“I think I might be afraid of flying,” she says, as panic rises in her voice.

Chapter Three

Sophia

My emotions are all over the place. I want to go back to kissing him, but fear has taken hold and is gripping me tightly. Before I can do anything, the belt comes undone from around me and I’m lifted out of my seat. Lincoln pulls me onto his lap and his mouth comes back to mine.

His tongue pushes past my lips, forcing its way in. His hand dives into my hair, holding me exactly how he wants me as he takes what he wants. I couldn’t pull away from him if I wanted to. He has me locked against him with not an inch of space separating us.

I don’t try to fight it though. Instead, I let myself fall into what he’s making me feel. I’m closer to this man than I’ve ever felt to anyone. There’s an instant attraction, an intimacy, that I didn’t even know existed. It’s utterly crazy because all I really know about him is his name. He’s a complete stranger to me, yet something about him is familiar. I might know absolutely nothing about him, but I feel safe. And I want more. Whatever he’s pulling from me is lighting up my insides like I’m coming to life. My body was asleep before his touch, and I’ve been given breath in my lungs for the first time. It’s overwhelming, but it all feels right.

Letting him take control and lead me in these strange new emotions, I allow my body to melt into his. Not that I really had much of a choice. The grip he has me in is unbreakable, and though his hands release my hair, they remain possessive as they travel lower. I moan into his mouth as one comes to my thigh, pushing my dress up.

I should be freaking out and demanding to know what’s going on. But I can’t find the will to do so. I want to get lost in him. Lost in the feelings he gives me. I spread my legs open a little more to try and push forward, wanting to move his hands faster up my thighs. But his fingers are so slow as they trail the edge and play with my bare skin.

He finally slides a hand under my dress. I try to wiggle closer, needing his touch now. When his hand reaches my panties, a finger glides across my sex, back and forth, making me shake with excitement.

He slowly strokes me, making me moan. I’m not completely sure what it is my body needs, but as if he can read my mind, he pulls his mouth from mine.

“I’m going to give you more,” he says as his finger slowly grazes my panties. I rock my hips to feel the pressure, but he stops moving when I do. “Tell me to do it.”

His eyes seem darker than before as they stare into me and demand my acquiescence. The look on his face is one I’ve never seen before. It’s intense, but it’s even beyond that. I lean forward, willing to give him anything.

“Please, Lincoln. Give me more,” I beg. My words sound pained. I don’t know who this man is, but I need him. Whatever he’s bringing out in me feels so good, I don’t want it to stop. I feel alive for the first time. My skin is tingling all over, and I never want to lose this feeling. I’m addicted with one kiss, and I don’t care about anything else but this.


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