Flight Risk(4)

Instead, I reach out, taking a lock of her hair and feeling the silk between my fingers. I think about the silk of her panties, and then the silk of her cunt. How could something be so soft? I’ve traveled the world and never felt anything like it.

“He had blond hair,” I say, needing to get to the point.

“I don’t know him.”

Her eyes are free from any lie, and my body tightens with anticipation. She’s free, and she’s going to be mine.

I let go of her hair and stare into her blue eyes, wanting more than anything to pull her up in my arms. When she looks away from me, a chill runs down my back, and I want her eyes back on me. I run my hand across her jaw and then turn her to look at me.

She’s mine now, and she’ll give me her eyes when I demand them. I gently graze the line of her jaw, touching her delicate skin.

“Good, because you’re about to get to know me.”#p#分页标题#e#

Her eyes widen, and I take a step back, holding out my hand. She looks down at it, confusion clear on her face.

“Do you want to go to Paris or not?”

She bites her lip, and I have to grip her backpack tighter so I don’t lunge for her mouth.

“I’m free to go?” she asks as she slowly stands.

A wicked smile pulls at my lips. “Free?” I ask, and then lean down so we’re eye to eye. “You can come with me to Paris, Sophia, or you can stay here. Those are your options.”

There’s really no option, but the illusion of one will make this much easier. She’s coming with me to Pairs. She’s going to ride my cock on the top of the goddamn Eiffel Tower while wearing a beret and eating a motherfucking croissant if I have anything to say about it.

“I guess I’m going to Paris,” she says, and shrugs like it’s her only choice.

“Good girl,” I say as she places her hand in mine.

“My plane is ready to go.”

“Your plane?” she asks as we walk out of the room.

“You don’t know who I am?” I look down at her, a little surprised. Most people know my face, because gossip sites love to talk about the single billionaire who owns the sky.

“Should I?” She smiles, and it could light up Vegas for a hundred years.

“You keep that smile on your face and I’ll be anyone you want me to be,” I say, opening the back door for her and stepping outside onto the tarmac. “I’m Lincoln Gray.”

When I say my name, nothing registers in her eyes. I like that I’m not known to her though. She doesn’t have a preconception of who I am. Just like with her, it’s a complete mystery. And I’m going to enjoy solving it.

I take her hand and lead her over to one of my planes, where the crew is waiting. I nod to the staff as I pass by and walk toward the captain.

“Change of plans, Monica. We’re heading to Paris.”

“Yes, sir,” Monica says, and smiles at Sophia.

We climb the stairs and sit down on the two seats that are side by side. I reach over and grab the buckle for Sophia as the crew busy themselves with getting us ready for takeoff.

“Um, is that your wife?” Sophia whispers as she looks over to where Monica is talking to the flight attendant.

“No,” I say, clicking the lock on the belt. I see the blush on her cheeks, and I lean forward so our lips are just a breath apart. “I haven’t been with a woman in longer than I can remember. Right now I don’t even want to try. Imagining anyone besides you is going to be painful, so I’ll skip it. One look at you, sweet little Sophia, and you’ve got me picking out rings in my head.”

She licks her lips, and I can’t stand it anymore. I lean forward, and her gasp of surprise gives me the opening I want as I slip my tongue past her lips. Fuck, she tastes just like how I imagined.

Her fingers tighten on my shirt as she pulls me closer. Her mouth opens wider and her tits press harder against my chest. She moans and it goes straight to my cock.

Somewhere in the distance I hear the flight attendant over the intercom announcing takeoff, and I feel the plane start to rise.

Sophia’s body goes rigid, and I lean back, looking into her scared eyes.

“Are you okay?” I ask, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“I think I might be afraid of flying,” she says, as panic rises in her voice.





Chapter Three





Sophia





My emotions are all over the place. I want to go back to kissing him, but fear has taken hold and is gripping me tightly. Before I can do anything, the belt comes undone from around me and I’m lifted out of my seat. Lincoln pulls me onto his lap and his mouth comes back to mine.#p#分页标题#e#