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By:Angela Claire


“I want…” she mumbled, and “I need…” was his response as, still kissing, they fumbled to the end of the aisle and he backed her to a wall, harder than he meant to, but she was just as urgent, unzipping his pants and shoving his briefs down. He ran his mouth along her neck, her nipples through the silk, dampening it as he nipped, and she moaned, taking his throbbing cock in her eager hands and stroking, petting, till he gasped and grabbed her wrist to stop, afraid he’d come in her hand, her touch so sure, so hot. He yanked her skirt up.

The surge of life, of energy, that sparked between them was impossible to resist, and he didn’t stop to question it, reaching between her thighs, thanking God that they hadn’t crashed and also that she hadn’t put her hose back on. He slipped his fingers beneath the crotch of her underwear and found her soft and wet as he rubbed her clit, the heat of her making his bare cock against her thigh throb even more. “Oh, yeah,” he mumbled against her lips.

But she had no time for foreplay.

“Rip them off,” she panted, adjusting her position to hike her skirt up even higher, and with one quick tug that tore the sides of the flimsy silk, he left her completely and beautifully open to him. He tossed the panties into the aisle, and before he could move away to grab another condom—which he was absolutely going to do if he could manage to stop savoring her warm, wild mouth for a second—she placed his hands on her sweet bare ass and her hands on his shoulders and he was lifting in one swift movement to seat her, slick and hot, on his aching cock.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

“Yes…”

His jeans around his knees, he pulled back slowly till the tip of his cock was almost out of her hot clench. Then he slammed into her, hard, again and again, making a slapping sound against the wall, as he grasped the gorgeous cheeks of her ass, her feet still in her heels linking behind him.

“Yes, yes…oh, God, I…”

Her head fell back, the upswept hair more down than up, and he buried his face in the curve of her neck, tasting the sweet moistness there, clinging to her with a fury, her eyes closed, breasts bouncing against his chest beneath the silk of her blouse as he fucked her.

“I should,” he tried to get out, maneuvering her desperately so he could go even deeper, grinding his cock into the tight wet clasp of her, “I should really get a…”

“Yes!

“Fuck!”

They came together in a burst of intensity, of pleasure that surely must have mimicked the first time Adam and Eve got it on in the garden and realized how incredibly alive they were.

Now that was poetic.





Chapter Five

“A condom,” he whispered when he could breathe again, letting her slide down the wall until she stood. “That was what I was going to say. I should get a condom.”

She smiled at him, radiating some kind of crazy joy that made her even more beautiful and conversely rendered him almost shy. She tugged her skirt down and tossed the ripped panties into the trash. “That’s okay. I remembered I want children.”

“What?” he said in alarm. He wasn’t exactly ready to be a father right now. Well, maybe ever. But even that thought couldn’t mess with his head right now. He was too sated. Content.

“I’ll get my flats and maybe something warmer, and we can get going.”

She retrieved her roll-on suitcase and headed to the bathroom. “Just give me a minute.” She hesitated. “Now that I think of it¸ don’t you have a suitcase?”

“Didn’t need one. I have an apartment in London. I keep clothes there.”

“Oh okay.” She disappeared into the bathroom.

After a minute or two, still catching his breath—and resolutely ignoring the kids comment—he saw his wallet at the end of the aisle where it must have slid with the jostling of the storm and landing. He’d never retrieved it after they first had sex. He walked over and bent to pick it up. On impulse, he searched around for her computer case, found it under a seat, and opened the side pocket to retrieve her pearls. He slipped them into his jacket pocket right as the door to the bathroom opened. She had pulled on a sweater over her blouse and changed into jeans. Ballet-looking flats that didn’t appear to be suited to the rain were in her hand, and she slipped them on to her stocking feet.

“Do you think we’ll need ID?” she said, nodding at his wallet that he still held.

He extracted what he was looking for, pleased that Marcia as ever had discreetly made sure he had three condoms in his wallet, so there were two left. Waving them at Camilla, he said, “Just being safe.”