“But where are we going?” I repeated.
Andrew shrugged. “Just for a flight,” he said. “Trust me.”
“Okay,” I said, settling back against my seat and buckling my seatbelt. Sure enough, this is just another display of wealth. I sighed internally, barely refraining from rolling my eyes.
Once we were airborne, Andrew unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, holding out a hand for me. I followed him toward the back of the living room area. What could be beyond the door leading into the rear of the plane? Not that I really cared. There was probably just a mini bar or a party room or something. A place to entertain his dates.
It turned out that I wasn't very far off with that one. In the room, a large bed took up most of the available space. I burst out laughing.
“I figured that as a billionaire, I should be able to offer at least one novel place to have sex,” Andrew said, grinning at me as his fingers traced my side. “Unless, of course, you're not interested.”
My laughter died quickly as he pulled me snug against him, his hand firm against my ass. I whimpered involuntarily as he kissed me heatedly.
“Please,” I begged in a whisper as he pulled away.
A smile broke out on his face, and he took a step back, slowly beginning to strip. I hurriedly followed his lead.
“Don't worry about making noise,” he told me. “There's soundproofing between the cockpit and back here. Plus, the engines are noisy to begin with.” He looked at me with eyes already gone lusty and dark. “I want to hear you.”
I made a soft sound at that, unable to help it. Andrew smiled encouragingly and tipped me back onto the surprisingly soft mattress, before crawling up to join me.
From there, he began to tease me, working me slowly over into ecstasy. It seemed that his hands were everywhere at once, stroking along my sides and swirling across my breasts, fingers finding their way between my legs and then dancing nimbly away again.
Even when he finally breached my folds, he moved with agonizing patience, manipulating my pleasure zone until I sobbed wordlessly with the need for something more.
He fucked into me with the same slow movements. No matter how I clung to his hips, no matter how I rocked my own hips into his, no matter what I did in my attempts to spur him on, he continued to move with measured restraint.
“Please,” I begged.
“Louder,” he growled, kissing my neck and bosom.
“Please,” I repeated, louder this time.
But it evidently wasn't enough to satisfy him. He continued to move maddeningly slowly, although his thrusts became harder, until I could feel the fullness of him throbbing in every inch of my core, impaling me on its hot length.
“Please, please, please,” I sobbed. “Andrew!”
As though that were the key to unlocking my pleasure, he began to thrust into me with earnest, all restraint forgotten. I could barely breathe from his powerful motions, but I didn't protest. Instead, I clung to him, my fingers digging into his skin, no doubt leaving desperate marks there. Neither of us cared just then.
I rocked with him, lost in a world of desire and pleasure. Sparks of lust sizzled through my blood. I hovered right on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity, helplessly calling out a litany of pleas, intermixed with awe-filled cries of his name.
I wasn't sure who orgasmed first, whether it was me or him, but we finally stilled, caught up in shimmering bliss. Andrew gave a few final, slow thrusts as almost an afterthought before he pulled out and collapsed next to me. He pulled me close, gently smoothing down my hair and then kissing me.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
Andrew chuckled, but he sounded just as blown away as I was. “Yeah,” he said, shaking his head.
I grinned, proud that I'd been able to get him to sound like that.
Andrew continued to hold me there in the bed for the rest of the flight, until we had landed at the airport, even though I was sure that we were probably supposed to put on our seatbelts once we began our descent. All too soon, it was back to reality. But I clung to the memories of that night, from the dinner-date to the “dessert.”
Maybe things with Andrew and I would work out after all.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Andrew
I drummed my fingers on my desk, running through the meeting's agenda and mentally preparing myself for the questions that I knew would be coming. I sighed and pushed back my chair, making myself a quick cup of tea before I went into the conference r