His attention refocuses on me, and he smirks as he pushes against my shoulder, making me fall back onto the bed. “There’s nothing I want more,” he murmurs as he lifts my hips and yanks my panties off, not bothering with the rest of our clothes as he climbs on top of me.
His fingers brush against my pussy, and he groans loudly when he realizes how wet I am. “Look at you,” he moans. “Soaking wet for your husband. Did sucking my cock make you wet, angel?”
I nod, and he pushes against my entrance. “Of course it did, my perfect little wife.” He stares into my eyes for a moment as the plane shakes, and then he pushes into me in one hard, deep stroke, drawing a loud moan from my throat. I’m almost embarrassed to admit it, but sucking him off pushed me all the way to the brink of an orgasm. I’m far closer than he realizes.
“You’re so good at taking my cock,” he murmurs, his hands pulling at my blouse. “I need to see you.” I help him take off my blouse, and he moans when my bra comes undone. “Fuck.”
His hands wrap around my hips and he lifts my lower body up with him as he rises to his knees, pulling me onto his cock deeper.
“Wrap your legs around me tightly,” he orders. I do as he asked, and his eyes fall closed for a moment, his breathing ragged as he begins to undress. He watches me as he takes off his suit jacket and then his shirt, smirking when my eyes roam over his abs. “Like what you see?”
I blush scarlet when his shirt hits the floor, and his hands find their way back to my hips. There’s something so captivating about the adoration in his eyes. His gaze roams over my bare breasts and the way my skirt is wrapped around my waist, and then he pulls out of me a little, his eyes moving to the apex of my thighs. He grins as he pushes back into me roughly, and I tighten my legs around his hips further, my inner muscles squeezing involuntarily. “Love watching my cock disappear in your tight, hungry pussy,” he says, doing it again.
There’s something so sexy about the way he moves, the way his suit pants are still wrapped around his thighs, as though he couldn’t bear to disconnect from me long enough to kick them off fully.
My muscles flutter around him again, and his eyes flash as lays me back down and moves on top of me. His hand moves to my thigh as he hitches it up, changing the angle he’s taking me at.
“You make the whole world fade away, you know that?” he says as he begins to thrust harder, his movements swift and deep, filled with the same desperation I feel. “When I’m inside you, I feel complete. You were never supposed to make me feel this way, Faye. What the fuck have you done to me, hmm?”
“Dion,” I moan, my fingers threading through his hair. He drops his forehead to mine as he continues to fuck me roughly, his hips rotating a little in a way that presses against a sensitive spot inside me. “I can’t take it.”
“You can,” he growls. “You will.” He fucks me harder, his hands roaming all over my body as though he can’t get enough of me. “Take my cock like the good girl you are, Faye.”
The plane begins to shake again, but his movements don’t even falter. His eyes stay on mine, and he continues to drive into me like nothing matters more than I do. “Look at you, baby,” he whispers. “I’m so proud of you. You’re so good at taking my cock. So good.”
I begin to pant, incoherent pleas escaping my lips, and he smirks, enjoying the way I’m falling apart for him. “You want to come for me, don’t you?” he murmurs.
I nod. “Please,” I moan. “I’m so close.”
His hand moves between us, and he looks into my eyes as his thumb brushes over my clit. “Oh God, Dion,” I moan. “Yes!”
“You sexy little thing. My perfect, perfect wife. Come for me, baby. I need to feel your pussy tighten around my cock.”
And it does. It tightens for him, wave after wave of pleasure rocking my body. He groans and pulls back almost all the way before sheathing himself deep inside me, a satisfied moan filling my ears as he comes alongside me.
Dion collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly while he presses soft lingering kisses to my neck. Turbulence hits the plane again, but he doesn’t even tense this time, he just continues to kiss me.
One of my hands makes its way into his hair, my nails gently scraping his scalp as I massage him the way I did on the last flight we took together. “I want to,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “I want to let you in. I just don’t know how.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Dion
I breathe a sigh of relief when the contracts are finally sighed, irritation running down my spine. Four days of nearly endless negotiations and barely being able to see my wife despite having her here with me, all because of Luca’s expansion plans.
“We could’ve gotten the price down a little more,” Maria says, sounding somewhat disgruntled.
I glance at her. “And it would’ve cost me an entire extra day to do that. It wasn’t worth it.”
She frowns as we walk out of one of our meeting rooms. I own the building, so we kept everything operational, but a lot of our key staff had to be moved. “That one extra day of negotiations could’ve saved us a few hundred thousand.”
I shrug. “I don’t lack money,” I murmur, my tone irritable. The truth is that I want to spend some time with Faye and show her around the city I lived in for years. I don’t care what it costs me.
She falls silent as she follows me into my office, and I turn to face her. She clearly has something to say to me, and I’d rather get it over with as soon as possible. Faye asked to see my London office, and I don’t want her to arrive here only for me to still be working. I won’t make her wait.
“You’ve been different lately,” she says eventually. I raise my brows, unsure how to reply to that. “Your work is sloppier than usual, and you’re distracted. I’m worried about you, Dion. You don’t seem like yourself.”
I sigh, my irritation fading away. “Maria,” I murmur. “I’m sorry you feel the quality of my work has gone down. I’ll pay more attention and ensure none of our deals are affected.”
She nods. “Is it her? I’ve never seen you act the way you do around her.”
“Faye?” I correct, somehow irritated by the way she refers to my wife as her. “I suppose in some ways, yes. I’ve always thrown myself into my work because it was all I had, and that’s no longer true.”
She knows I had no intention of letting my marriage affect my life, so I can see why she might find it concerning to find me so enamored.
“I want to make things work with her,” I finally admit, more to myself than to her. I know I’m not worthy, but maybe I can be, if I keep trying. I can tell that she and I are made of the same cloth, that we both seek something that we find in each other. Maybe I’ll never be deserving of someone as wonderful as her, but fuck, I can try.
“I see,” Maria says, her expression unreadable as she walks up to me. She grabs my tie and straightens it, seemingly lost in thought. “I just want you to be happy, Dion,” she says eventually, her palm pressed against the silky fabric. “I could tell there’s something between you… on the plane. It wasn’t just lust. It was more than that. You sought her for comfort, and she provided it like she truly understood you.”
Shame tears through me as I look at my secretary. I’d forgotten she was even there, and no doubt she must have heard us. “About that,” I murmur. “It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable, but I’d understand if you no longer wish to fly with my wife and me. I would be happy to make alternative arrangements for you.”
She pats my tie and shakes her head. “It’s fine, Dion. That wasn’t the point I was trying to make. I’m just worried you’re mistaking your sense of loyalty and obligation for something else, especially because lust is clearly involved. I’m worried you’ll settle for her and you’ll both spend the rest of your lives wondering what could’ve been — or worse, you’ll miss out on what should’ve been.” She hesitates then. “But I hope I’m wrong, because you do seem calmer than you’ve ever been before. She seems to have a positive effect on you, even if it affects your work negatively.”
I stare at her, taking in the genuine concern in her eyes, and my heart softens. “Maria—”
The door opens, and Faye walks in, only to freeze as her gaze lands on us, her eyes zeroing in on Maria’s hand on my tie. Maria steps away immediately and excuses herself, but Faye doesn’t move, not even once Maria closes the door behind her.
“Faye,” I murmur, every instinct in my body telling me to be careful. She grits her teeth and lifts her face, hurt and betrayal flashing through her eyes. I tense and walk up to her, shaking my head. “Whatever is going on inside that pretty mind of yours, I can assure you it isn’t true. She was just fixing my tie for me.”
“Why?” she asks, her voice breaking.
I wrap my hands around her shoulders and smile down at my wife, a decidedly pleased but wicked feeling running down my spine. Fuck. I love it when she’s jealous. It’s so incredibly rare for her to act like my wife that I savor each instance.