Wait a second—the plane shook?
A light knock rapped against the lavatory door. “Mr. Barrett?” came the flight attendant’s voice.
Ben let out a string of curses so utterly indecent Maggie’s cheeks grew warm. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered.
His erection continued to throb inside her, and her inner muscles involuntarily tightened over him, causing him to swear again. He gripped her waist to keep her from moving.
“What is it?” he called through the closed door.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but the captain just announced we’re experiencing some turbulence. It’s very light, but you and your guest will need to return to your seats.”
Ben mumbled something under his breath.
“What’d you say?” she whispered.
“I said fuck.”
“Oh.”
His lips curved with amusement. “You’ve really got to stop answering everything with ‘oh’.”
He started to withdraw, but she held his hips in place. “She said light turbulence, right?”
One of his dark brows shot upwards. “She did say light.”
Maggie’s mouth lifted in a little grin. “I can be fast. What about you?”
“I too can be fast.”
She choked back a laugh, and then gasped as he drove into her again. She gripped his taut ass, arched her hips to meet his hurried thrusts, and slid her hand down to stimulate her clit. Not that she needed much stimulation. She came so quickly and so hard that she shocked herself, and she had to clamp her lips together to stop from crying out. Slamming into her with abandon, Ben climaxed a moment later, groaning softly in her ear and palming her breasts over her sweater.
They stood there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, until he finally pulled out and disposed of the condom.
“We should return to our seats,” he said, lips twitching with silent laughter.
A tiny smile tugged at her mouth. “Right.”
Then she pulled up her pants, smoothed her hair with her hands, and followed Ben out of G Pappy’s bathroom. As they nonchalantly strolled past the expressionless stewardess, Maggie tried very, very hard to act as if doing the nasty in a private jet lavatory was absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.
Chapter Nine
“I can’t believe we’re in the Bahamas,” Maggie breathed as they walked through the airport terminal a couple of hours later.
Ben struggled to keep up with her energized strides. He practically chased her across Lynden Pindling International Airport toward the exit, a difficult task considering his cock still throbbed from the mind-blowing sex they’d had just an hour ago.
“C’mon, Ben, you’re slacking here,” Maggie chided, already out the door before he could reply.
He stepped outside. A humid breeze instantly swept over him and made his T-shirt stick to his chest. Damn, he seriously hoped the hotel manager had remembered his request for a change of clothes.
“Tony has told me so much about the Bahamas, but I never thought I’d get to see it for myself,” Maggie remarked.
A muscle twitched in his jaw. “New rule—you’re not allowed to mention Two-Time Tony while you’re with me.”
She cocked her head, causing strands of red hair to fall onto her forehead. “Two-Time?”
“You know, because he only comes two times a year. Literally.”
To his surprise, Maggie let out a husky laugh. Well. Maybe he should’ve whisked her away from the city sooner. The island air seemed to lighten her up.
“So, what now?” She stared at the crowd of travelers bustling around and the taxi drivers loading suitcases into the trunks of their cabs.
“Now, we get into that car right over there—” he pointed to the black Lincoln at the end of a long line of cars, “—and we start our trip.”
Maggie grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”
A moment later they were in the backseat of the Lincoln, speeding into Nassau toward the marina, where a boat would be waiting for them. The sun began to set just as they reached the marina, dipping toward the horizon and filling the sky with shades of pink and orange. Ben hid a smile as Maggie stared at the gorgeous sunset in awe. When was the last time she’d watched the sunset? Knowing her schedule, probably never.
“That’s our boat,” he said as they hopped out of the car. He nodded to the sleek white speedboat docked at the end of the pier.
Maggie’s throat bobbed as she gulped. “How familiar are you with current shipwreck statistics?”
“For the love of Pete, you’ve never been on a boat either?”
“No,” she sighed.