Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
His lips find mine in an urgent embrace that sets my whole body on fire; I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen our kiss as his hands move lower, discovering all the secrets I've been hiding beneath this clothing. The tight space makes our movements more desperate; Marco presses me into the wall with one hand while exploring every inch of my body.
I moan into his mouth as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my pants, teasing me with his touch. My body arches into his, seeking more as his lips trail down my neck.
As our lips part, I catch my breath and look into his eyes. They're full of desire and passion, and I can feel my own desire growing with every moment that passes. I bite my lip, feeling my body ache for him.
"Marco," I whisper, my voice thick with need.
He growls in response and kisses me again, his hands roaming greedily over my body. I moan into his mouth, feeling myself getting wetter. I’m so ready for him. I reach down, fumbling with his belt before finally managing to release his throbbing cock.
He groans as I stroke him, feeling his hardness pulsing in my hand. I stroke him slowly at first, savoring every moment, before picking up the pace. He thrusts into my hand, his breathing growing ragged as he gets closer and closer.
Finally, he can't take it anymore. He pulls me towards him, his cock sliding into me in one smooth motion.
I gasp as I feel him fill me up; he leans over me, the weight of his body pressing me against the wall and leaving me unable to move, but I don't even notice. He pulls out almost all the way before thrusting into me again, and the sensation of him filling me up is overwhelming.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hook my ankles together as he starts to fuck me harder, moving in and out of me faster as we both start to get closer to our climaxes. The sound of my moans fills the small bathroom as he pounds me, my body moving against the wall with each thrust. I can feel myself getting closer and closer; he pounds me harder, his cock filling me up again and again.
I cry out, feeling myself getting closer; then, he reaches down between us and finds my clit, rubbing it gently as he rocks his hips against me. I moan, feeling my muscles tightening around him as I come.
A sudden jolt of the plane causes us to stumble, and I laugh breathlessly as we steady ourselves. Marco grins at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I guess we'll have to continue this later," he murmurs against my lips.
I nod, still trembling with desire. "Definitely."
Quickly we redress in the tight space. As we unlock the bathroom door and step back out into the aisle, I can feel Drew's eyes on us. But I don't care. For the first time since I lost my job, I feel alive and excited about the possibilities that lay ahead. And with Marco by my side, I know I can conquer anything.
I glance over at Sally, who avoids my gaze.
Don't worry.
Your fireworks are coming.
Chapter Twenty-One
I sleep most of the flight. Marco gives me a gentle nudge to wake me. "We're about to land," he says.
Yawning, I stretch in the seat. First class is amazing––best sleep I ever had. When I worked as a flight attendant we didn't get perks like this.
Together, Marco and I watch through the window as the plane descends and glides smoothly onto the tarmac. As we land the plane jostles us so Marco pulls me to him, squeezing my body. I hug him tight not out of fear or to steady myself, but out of a rush of emotion. I can’t quite explain it, but up until now everything has felt like a dream, a fairytale. But landing back in LA, my home, with Marco…suddenly it all feels a little more real.
Once the seatbelt sign flicks off, we stand and head down the aisle. I try to spot Sally, but she's not anywhere near the exit. Drew, though, is hovering by the bridge. His face is dark as he stares at the phone in my hand.
He doesn't notice me as I pass. He's that engrossed. But before Marco and I get to the end of the bridge, I hear Drew shout. "What the fuck?"
Twisting, I watch as he presses his phone to his ear, talking angrily. He has no regard for the passengers squeezing by him with nervous looks. "What the hell is going on?" he demands. "Why do I have a voice mail saying I've been fired?"
Gasping, I stare up at Marco. He gives me a knowing smile. "How?" I whisper.
"Fun fact," Marco says, pulling me away from the scene. "The CEO of this airline is a close friend of Trey's."