“We’ll see about that,” Eleanor said. “We can be very persuasive when we want to be. Right, Joseph?”
“Absolutely. You give us the name of the private investigator, and we’ll do the rest. If it’s money that makes this guy tick, then perhaps we can provide him with a little incentive of our own.”
Chapter Twenty
It was dark by the time Eleanor and Joseph were ready to leave Bob’s farmhouse, so they wrapped themselves up in their winter coats and said goodbye. The taxi Bob had called was waiting with the engine running, parked on the shadowy road, but – as they made their way towards it – both Eleanor and Joseph halted in the driveway and gazed upwards at the star-spattered sky, which stretched for infinity all around them. It was like being in a snow-globe full of diamonds. Eleanor allowed the feelings of humility and awe to spiral up as she realised that she was a tiny spec in a vast universe.
“It’s so beautiful,” she said.
Joseph wrapped his arms around her. “And you outshine all of them, Ellie.”
She gazed into his eyes. “Aw, thank you, Joseph!”
He cringed at his romanticness. “Come on, we’d better get back to the airport before I start serenading you!”
Once the private jet was back in the air and they were completely alone, Eleanor watched as Joseph grabbed a carryall from a closet and out pulled a pilot’s cap and jacket.
“I planted this here when we first boarded,” he said.
She frowned, wondering what the hell he was up to. He threw her a smutty grin as he removed his shirt and slung the jacket over his bare shoulders, leaving it undone so Eleanor could see his muscles. He maintained smouldering eye contact with her as he placed the cap askance on his head.
“Wanna fly me?” he asked.
Eleanor grinned as she inspected her own private sexy pilot. “Oh my god, you’re amazing.”
“Allow me to send you sky-high, sweetheart.”
Eleanor’s body washed with lust. He strutted over to where she was standing and kissed her hard.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. “I need to get inside you. But first… take a seat.”
He gestured to the kitchenette table, so she grabbed a chair and sat down, crossing her legs and trying to stay in control.
Joseph rummaged in his carryall again and produced a bottle of massage oil, then he stood in front of her like a stripper at a bachelorette party. He gazed down into her eyes, and – not breaking eye contract – he grabbed her hand and squirted some oil into her palm.
“Touch me, babe,” he said, opening his jacket and leaning forward. “I’m your toy. My body is for your pleasure.”
She laughed and rubbed the oil into his amazing toned pecs and sculpted abs. It turned her on to touch his warm fit body, sliding her hands over his taut flesh. He grabbed her hands and encouraged her to put them around his waist and down the back of his trousers, so she could enjoy a grope of his toned buttocks, which he was now swaying alluringly, while they both laughed at the levity of the situation.
“Unzip me,” he said, offering her his pelvis.
Eleanor grinned as she raised her hands to unzip his leather trousers, then she tugged out his huge cock and slid her oily hand up and down the shaft. It was the most perfect cock she’d ever seen – so smooth and powerful; a handsome specimen which she knew could give her deep thrusting pleasure all night long.
“Mmm, so good, sweetheart,” he said.
He stepped away and peeled down his trousers – stripping them off for her pleasure – then he stepped back in front of her and offered her a muscly thigh, which she massaged with her oily fingers. His body was amazing and she was delighted for this chance to stroke him and play with him. And he seemed to relish being groped by her as she reached around again to squeeze his buttocks while sliding her other hand down his rock-solid calf.
“You’re incredible,” she whispered.
“You can touch me anytime,” he said. “I’m all yours. But now…”
He threw his jacket to the floor, revealing his shiny oil-smeared torso.
“Stand up,” he ordered, taking his erection in his own hand and fondling it. “I need to fuck you.”
On trembling legs, Eleanor clambered to her feet and he kissed her passionately. Then – resting his hand on her shoulder – he swaggered behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
She flushed with desire. He reached around and undid the buttons of her shirt, stripping it off her shoulders and exposing her lacy bra. She breathed hard – aware of her ample cleavage rising and falling. He bit her neck as he unhooked her bra, then he caressed her breasts, making them plump up.