I hear annoyance in his tone but choose to ignore it. “I’m not - you’re right…”
“Of course.”
I whack him playfully. “Sshh - don’t interrupt me. I was going to say, you’re right…when we connect sexually, we draw pleasure from one another in a way I didn’t think possible.”
“I know, baby. I feel it too.”
“It worries me, the depth of my feelings…” I turn my head from him. This was getting too heavy.
“Lu, don’t hide from me. I love that only I can drive you wild with passion but believe me when I say that you are the only woman to have ever been able to make me hard 24/7.”
“You’re ready to go again, now?”
He takes my hand and moves it behind to his extremely evident erection. “It appears, lady I’m always raring to go around you, at the thought of you - the sound of your voice, you’re a vixen.”
I twist to meet his mouth and lift my hand to cup his jawline, our tongues duelling. “You are insatiable, Silver.”
“I am, Ms. Myers but only with you, baby. Now let’s go christen that amazing bed and let me put this to good use.” He stands, taking me with him and the throw drops to the floor, allowing his cock to spring free ready and searching.
Oh my. What are you doing to me, Sebastian Silver?
One week later and I’m on a flight to Dubai and staring fixated upon the spot in front of me, where my brandy awaits, the ice melting within a heavy glass tumbler. I’m tempted to down it in one and follow it with a tequila chaser. The sound of the plane is a deafening mix of engines, technology and air conditioning. I loathe flying with a passion.
Sebastian is at my side, all soothing and supportive and I lean into his strength and grip his hand tightly in mine as we descend to Dubai International Airport, my tummy doing somersaults as we drop in altitude. Only a few more minutes and you’ll be living it up with Mr. Gorgeous - it’ll be worth it.
“Not long now, baby - we’ll be landing soon.”
“Ok.” I smile weakly at him.
“I never knew you disliked flying so much?”
“We’ve never flown together before. I’ll be fine honestly - its just take offs and landings.”
“Another first for us to celebrate.” He leans in and kisses my forehead.
The first bump as we hit tarmac sends my heart pounding and up into my throat, the second jolt is less worrying and the sheer relief as I sense that we are completely at ground level comes out in a huge whoosh.
I hear Seb’s murmur at my side. “All over. I’ll have to get you slaughtered on the journey home or take your mind of it with other things.”
The glint in his liquorice eyes and crooked smile is full of sexual promise and my bits loop the loop in expectation. I can’t wait for this break to begin. One whole week with Sebastian Silver! One whole week, just him and I, acting like a real couple. I’m still pinching myself. How’d I get this lucky? Now that I’m here I can switch off from home and work to a certain extent and go with the flow and this man deserved my full, undivided attention.
Its only as we enter the private VIP lounge at Dubai International Airport at 3am, that I consider Sebastian’s body language. He’s spent the past ten minutes on the phone, all secretive and away from my vicinity and we’ve not headed out to collect our baggage - we are just… well, waiting.
“What are we doing Seb? Are we waiting for someone to collect us?”
“All in good time, baby.”
Oh no. I sense a surprise coming and I hate surprises - definitely the control freak in me.
Luckily I don’t have to wait for long as a well-dressed gentleman arrives to take us to wherever the hell we’re going now. After following him for a few gates we reach one that makes him stop, however its not clearly advertised and had I not known it was there, I’d have walked straight past.
“Here we are, Mr. Silver. If you head through here, the desk will check your passports and show you onto your private jet.”
Private jet?
This might not be such a bad surprise after all. Confused I bite my lip and frown at Seb’s secretive wink. What has he got up his sleeve?
“Why are we going on a private jet?”
“Trust me.”
I’m not given the opportunity to continue my path of questions as he heads on expecting me to follow. Of course I do. This was all too good to miss out on. I’m quickly finding that life is never dull with you, with Sebastian Silver.
We head through passport control, the stewardess checks Sebastian out, in both his picture and person and smiles a bright come hither look with eyes as black as his. I’m annoyed when he jovially throws her a winning flash of his straight white teeth and dimpled cheek.