The Wife Win

Harper

The flight is a quick and easy three and a half hours from takeoff in Chicago to touchdown in Seattle. My nerves are frayed and the adrenaline from everything this weekend is shot. So by the time we land and deplane, it’s after 10:30 p.m. and I’ve hit my limit.

Which is the reason why I take off and leave like a coward, too scared to say a proper goodbye to Marek.

I make an excuse to myself that Marek is busy making plans for the next day’s meeting with Coach Green and Noah, so I quietly grab my bags and make my way into the main terminal and hop into the Uber I’d scheduled from the plane. All of it is intentional, based on what transpired during the flight.

But Marek calls me out on it when he texts me.

Big Man: No kiss goodbye?

Me: Oh, shit. I’m sorry. Is it customary to kiss the captain and co-pilot before leaving? I’ve never flown private before.

Big Man: Haha very cute. I meant for me. You rushed out of there like your ass was on fire.

Big Man: While it is a very hot ass, btw…I was hoping you’d want to spend the night. I just wanted more time with you.

Something notches and twists and then unravels inside my chest. The thought of spending the night with Marek at his house—in his bed—would be both amazing and terrifying all in the same breath.

He’s proven at every turn that he can be the kindest, most gracious man; a generous and adventurous lover; and a man with power who uses it in a way that doesn’t belittle those subordinates to his leadership position. I secretly keep waiting for him to show his true side.

But the only other side I’ve seen is the sexy beast of man I caught glimpses of in bed over the weekend.

And in the air, for that matter…what he did to me in the plane’s lavatory is something I will never forget as long as I live.

We’d been sitting side by side in the same row we flew out on, each working on our respective correspondence catch-up after the weekend’s events when suddenly I felt his fingers brushing along the side of my leg. Absently they strummed with a slow and persistent rhythm, turning every inch of my flesh on fire with each stroke. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t touching my skin underneath my pants. It was the easy seduction of his fingers that had my heartbeat skyrocketing and my breathing turning into gasping pants of desire.

With the tray table pulled down and my laptop blocking everyone’s view, I wasn’t worried that anyone might figure out what he was doing, because at that point, he was simply caressing my outer thigh. But it lit my entire body up like a glowing beacon.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was staring at me, his eyes hooded with desire.

That was when he mouths, “Undo your pants.”

I sat there in mild shock and contemplation, my mind reeling about what he had in mind. Not that I was opposed to what he was suggesting; it’s just not the sort of thing I expected from him. All I knew was that it sent a bolt of pure pleasure down my spine, and I clenched my thighs together to rid myself of the ache his words left in their wake.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I leaned over, peering around his aisle seat to make sure no one was looking or paying attention. No one cared or was watching.

A thrill of anticipation wormed through me as I pressed my seat button to recline back a few inches, securing the blanket up to my waist before slipping my hands underneath to unsnap and unzip.

That was wild.

It was nuts.

It was completely reckless and utterly careless. If we got caught, I’d be a…

Ohhhhh…

My eyes closed on their own accord the minute his hand slipped underneath. I inched my legs apart as much as I could to give him room to work. And work he did. Marek went for gold when his finger immediately zeroed in on my clit and then thrust inside my slick core. I nearly jolted out of my seat and came on the spot.

I made a low, tortured sound and his finger stopped. My eyes flew open as I turned to look at him. He held his other finger up to his lips to shush me.

I bit down on my lip to suppress my laughter and grabbed hold of the arm rest to my right, grasping tightly because I knew I was in for a very turbulent ride. Marek started up again, withdrawing his long finger, coated with my wetness, and used it to circle my clit.

Knowing I had to keep myself quiet, I rolled my head back and forth against the headrest as if I were having some kind of fever dream. Maybe it was a dream because, at one point, I pried open an eyelid as my head lolled toward Marek and noticed he was sitting completely still, back straight, eyes shut, appearing to be peacefully at sleep.

The fucker. How could he be so calm while finger-fucking the hell out of me? If I got a chance to repay him in kind, I would. I’d torture him with my fingers and fist…and, oh shit, yeah…that’s the spot.

My hips bucked up off the seat when he sank two fingers deep inside me. The tray table and laptop rattled noisily. Marek shots me a gaze that clearly saidsettle down or I’ll stop again.