“Gio.” A soft moan escaped my lips.
Kissing me deeper, he pulled my hips into his. His lush scent swarmed all around me. Desire heated my flesh. I felt like I was melting into him.
His hands tightened in my hair. Desire burned in his eyes. “I want to pull that gown up and see how wet you are. You’re very lucky that I don’t want the pilots or anyone else seeing that beautiful pussy between your thighs.”
I giggled. “Yes, I am.”
He loosened his hold and stepped away. “I’ll be good for now.”
I fake pouted, touched his hard cock over his pants. The fabric was so silky, it smoothed against my fingertips. He grunted, and I continued moving my fingers along his thick length, pausing at the mushroomed tip and squeezing it. “But do I have to be good?”
“Never.” He licked his lips. “My princess can be as bad as she wants to be.”
Running his fingers through his hair, he guided us away. Both of our expressions must’ve been flushed and horny because the pilots glanced our way and closed the section between them and the cabin, giving us privacy.
I should’ve known by now that Gio wouldn’t do anything simple. Of course, the helicopter wasn’t a typical one. Heated air filled the space. The Mercedes emblem was embroidered on the top of the Italian leather upholstered seats. There were enough seats for six people. A tv had been built in the wall, and large windows lined the side of the cabin.
Holding up the back train of my gown, Gio guided me to my seat and helped buckle me in. “You look nervous.”
“I am, but good nervous.”
“Maybe a little bubbly will help?” In a compartment under his seat, he pulled out two flutes and a bottle of champagne.
“This is perfect.”
He poured me a glass and handed it to me. “This is only the beginning, princess.”
“Damn, Gio.” I toasted to us. “To beginnings.”
“To beginnings.”
The pilots took us around the breathtaking city. From the air, you really got to take a lot in at once. This area’s landscape was diverse and beautiful. One minute we soared over vast amounts of the deep blue icy water of the Great Salt Lake, the next we zipped over the tops of Mount Olympus and Twin Peaks, and then finally, we hovered over the city’s bustling metropolitan view.
As I enjoyed the aerial view, Gio pointed out little facts he knew about the city and threw a joke in here or there.
Every second was perfect. In that moment, we could’ve fallen from the sky and crashed to the ground, and I would’ve had no regrets.
For lunch, we landed on the helipad of an impressive building that didn’t look like a restaurant at all. Gio wore that devilish smile as he helped me off the helicopter and led me inside.
It took us ten minutes as we strolled through the hallway. Even crazier, Gio’s hands trembled against mine as if he was nervous about something.
What could he be nervous about? What’s he going to do?
I got a clue of my surprise when he led me into a massive auditorium that could fit over three thousand people. A huge orchestra sat on the stage, tuning their instruments—string instruments to brass, woodwinds to percussion. Some of the men and women wore excited expressions as they spotted Gio guiding me to our seat. The whole audience was empty besides us and a small dining staff—two servers, a chef, and a waiter. They stood in the front row next to a low table that had been placed in front of two seats.
“I thought we should check out the Utah Symphony orchestra,” he said. “I love listening to them when I’m up here. Although usually, I go in a disguise.”
“What disguise do you wear?”
“Long brown wig, an old blue suit, scuffed-toed loafers, and no jewelry. Once people see the shoes or suit, they tend to ignore my face.”
“Typical.” I shook my head.
“Yeah. Most in our society only place value on symbols of wealth. If I had on something designer, many would look at my face and try to guess if they knew me. But if they think I’m dressed beneath standards, they walk on by, not giving me a second look.”
“That’s smart of you.”
He showed me my seat, waited for me to sit, and went to his.
Our waitress showed us what we’d be served for that afternoon. It was a five-course meal full of dishes I’d never tried, yet my mouth salivated just the same. She poured us wine and left us to enjoy the orchestra that had just begun to play. They filled the air with the distinctive sounds of classical music. Light and airy. Homophonic melodies layered with powerful playing.
Gio leaned my way and whispered, “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” I nodded, sipped my wine, and continued to be captivated by the orchestra.