“Come on, we’ll have a blast.”
Greg’s promise echoed in my mind as I wove my way through the airport terminal. The clack of my stilettos on the industrial-grade linoleum echoed through the empty corridor. The occasional person occupied a seat near a gate, but I doubted there were more than twenty people in the entire wing.
I tugged my laptop bag back up onto my shoulder, not caring at this late hour whether or not I wrinkled my plum business jacket. I’d touch down in San Francisco around two am and didn’t think many people would notice a couple extra creases in my suit.
“Imagine how much fun we’ll have.” Greg wrapped his arms around my waist. “San Francisco on the company’s dime. How can you find a problem with that?”
I leaned back into his embrace. “It’s a marketing convention. I’m a database programmer.”
Whoever said office affairs are a bad idea was 100% right. I handed my boarding pass to the attendant and made my way down the boarding ramp. A gust of wind whistled through the cracks, raising goose bumps on my arms. I offered a polite smile to the woman in navy greeting passengers, stuffed my laptop in an overhead bin, and found my seat. I settled back into the large chair. At least I’d gotten a free first class upgrade for agreeing to take a red-eye flight.
“You write databases for marketing people. Think of this as an excuse to learn how the rest of us think.” Greg nuzzled the back of my neck with his lips.
“You don’t think.That’s the problem,” I teased. My will to argue was evaporating with every touch.
“Come on. You and me, all expenses paid, three days in San Francisco…” His breath fell across my ear.
“And all I have to do is listen to some Tony Curtis wannabe drone on all day?” The fight was gone from my voice. I knew I was going to give in.
“Exactly. That’s not too big a deal, right?”
Not too big a deal, the phrase taunted me. It turned out that what was a big deal was my now ex-boyfriend getting caught, and fired for, nailing the company president’s wife.
I grabbed a paperback out of my purse, shoved the bag under the seat in front of me, and sat back to read. Too late I realized that it was a romance novel a friend had loaned me. Romance wasn’t my thing under the best of circumstances, and the thought of it then just made me growl. I flipped through random pages, wondering how hard it would be to find the juicy parts. At least then I’d have something to keep me warm in my hotel over the next three days.
“Excuse me.” A smooth tenor interrupted my half-hearted skimming. “I think that’s my seat.”
I sighed, resisting the urge to ask the asshole why he didn’t just go find another seat. There had to fifty empty on the plane. My complaints evaporated when I looked up into the most stunning brown eyes I’d seen in weeks. He gave me a crooked smile, and I heard myself giggle.
“I’m sorry.” I scrambled to my feet, tripping over them in my rush to get out of his way.
“Don’t worry about it.” He ran his fingers through short, brown hair and stepped around me, sliding into the window seat.
I collapsed in my own chair again, smoothing my skirt out and trying to look anywhere but at him. I couldn’t help it though, my gaze kept drifting over.
“I’m Greg.” He extended his hand in greeting.
My thumping heart ground to a halt, sliding on the name and crashing into my ribcage. I shook his hand, my growing distaste trying to tell me that no, he didn’t have a nice, firm grip. “Rory.”
“Nice to meet you.” His crooked grin returned.
The speakers in the aircraft crackled to life, and I used the excuse to turn away, focusing on the flight attendant instructing me in the proper use of my seatbelt, where the emergency exits were, and how to use my oxygen mask. My row-mate must have taken the hint, because he didn’t utter another sound as the cabin lights dimmed and the plane began to taxi.
Needing someplace to focus, I turned my attention back to my book. Flipping through pages, a promising phrase caught my eye and I began to read. A warmth spread between my legs as the racy scene progressed. I chewed on my bottom lip as the heroine neared climax.
“You know that’s not physically possible.” The smooth voice startled me.
I pursed my lips, turning to him with a wary expression. “What isn’t?”
He nodded at the book. “What she’s doing.”
I raised an eyebrow, my desire to be right overcoming embarrassment at discussing sex with a stranger. “I beg to differ. It is very possible.”
Damn that crooked smile. “And you would know this how?”
A flush spread across my cheeks. I knew it because I’d done it on a dare. My ex-boyfriend told me to give it a shot and made me promise details the next time I saw him. Few things get the blood racing faster than fingering oneself while driving sixty-five down the interstate.
“You’ve tried it?” He laughed. “Wasn’t that dangerous?”
“I’m sure it was. I wasn’t focused on that at the time.” I couldn’t believe I’d just admitted that.
“Seems like it would be safer on oh, say, a plane.” He winked at me.
I could feel the electricity prickling across my skin. “There’s more of a chance of getting caught. That doesn’t spell safe to me.”
He shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Think about it. The lights are dimmed, there’s no one else in first class, and the flight attendants are in coach serving drinks. You’re wearing a skirt; you’d just have to drop your tray table…”
A tiny voice in the back of my mind asked why I didn’t slap this man and move to another seat. A much louder one told it because he was sexy and I might as well get something out of this trip.
“I suppose you’ve got a point.” I tried to keep my tone casual.
“So don’t let me stop you.”
I debated for only a moment. Slap him for his audacity or one-up him? “I will if you will.”
He didn’t flinch. Eyes never leaving mine, he reached over and flipped the latch on his tray table, letting it drop into position. Leaning over, he whispered in my ear. “Deal.”
My pulse raced and I wondered what I had just gotten myself into. I couldn’t believe he was serious. The telltale sound of his zipper told me otherwise. He lowered my table as well, his hand resting on mine and moving it to the hem of my skirt. A crease marred his forehead. “It’s not fair if we don’t both do it.”
He used my own fingers to push up my skirt, and I didn’t resist. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his other hand slowly pumping. When he spoke again, his warm breath fell over my ear. “I bet you’re already wet from that scene you were just reading.”
The almost visible tension between the two of us had more to do with it. My hand slid up the inside of my leg, and I let out a tiny whimper when I brushed the outside of my warm mound. Next to me, I heard his light chuckle fade into a moan.
“Tell me you’re not wearing nylons.” His tenor had turned gravelly.
I had ditched them in the airport bathroom when I realized that they had a run in them.
“I’m not.” My voice came out in a breathy rasp.
“Hmm…” The rhythmic movement of his arm caused the seats to rock. “How wet are you?”
The hard nubs that were my nipples strained against a satin bra, begging for attention, but my racing heart wasn’t that bold. I pushed the crotch of my white cotton panties aside, dipping my fingers between my folders, inhaling sharply at my own light touch. “Very.”
“Shove two fingers inside yourself.”
I did as he asked, arching my back at the self-penetration. My hips began to thrust against my hand in rhythm with his pumping, my digits sliding easily in and out of my well-lubricated hole. The sensation combined with the rush of doing this in public was driving me wild, but I knew I wouldn’t to climax this way. My throbbing button begged for attention.
As if he could read my mind, he prompted me again. “I bet you’d love to touch your clit right now.”
I nodded, biting my bottom lip, not trusting myself to speak.
“Do it.”
My hand moved up my slit, sliding along the folds, causing me to gasp as I reached the swollen nub. One finger on each side, I stroked myself, biting back my whimper as I felt the orgasm building inside of me, my panting ending in a deep, shuddering breath as I came.
I turned to look at my seat mate, still massaging his engorged member, and raised my hand to my mouth. It was his turn to whimper as I licked each finger clean, eyes never leaving his.
“Oh, God.” He muttered and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the seat.
Inspiration struck and I leaned over him, pushing his tray out of the way. He started when I flicked a tongue out over the head of his cock, but kept going, letting out a soft moan when I took him in my mouth. I sucked as he pumped, tracing circles with my tongue, tasting the squirt of salty fluid accompanied by a short series of grunts.
He shuddered as I gave him one last lick before I sat back up in my seat.
“Wow.” His gasp echoed my thoughts.
“Can I offer either of you a drink?” The flight attendant’s question startled me, tripping up my heart.
I turned to face her, wondering if my guilt looked as obvious as I thought.
“Diet coke, for both of us.” His smooth tenor had returned.
“Of course.” She flashed us a smile and turned back to her drink cart. Seconds later, two glasses with ice sat in front of us, open cans next to them.
“So.” His voice was calm. “Are you traveling for business, or pleasure?”
I bit back any obvious responses about pleasure, given what we’d just done. “Business. I’m attending a marketing convention.”
“Thinking outside the box?”
“That’s the one.”
He rolled his eyes. “I hate marketing people. No offense.”
“None taken. I’m not one of them.”
“’Them’” He chuckled. “I like it.”
He pulled a business card from his shirt pocket and handed it over. “Tell you what; if you get bored, give me a call. I’m sure we can find something else impossible to try and recreate.”