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I shook my head and hissed a “fuck” out from between my clenched teeth.
The heat of her breath seemed to permeate through the crotch of my slacks, turning my dick to steel beneath the zipper. Sloane made a happy little chuffing sound and nuzzled even closer.
Jesus-fucking-Christ.
I tried to slide her back down my thighs, but the shift made her platinum blonde hair fall over my legs like a satin sheet. It looked so fucking soft. Reaching down, I ran the back of a finger along the silky length, then pulled back like I’d been burned. Bunching my hand into a fist, I placed it back onto the armrest and tried to slow my breathing.
“We’re around forty minutes out, Mr. Kent.”
My gaze gravitated to the stewardess who was working the flight, and I gave her a nod. “Thanks, Eline.”
“Can I get you anything? Anything at all?”
Lust shimmered in her eyes. Eline was one of the regular stewardesses who worked the charters, and forty minutes was more than enough time to provide me with the specialserviceshe had in mind. She drew her hand to her collarbone and swept it down her chest to part her crisp white shirt. I caught a flash of her breasts and the lace bra that held them in check.
But I didn’t feel like getting my dick sucked by her.
Don’t get me wrong. She gave fan-fucking-tastic blow jobs, but as I grazed my fingers through Sloane’s hair on my thigh, I realized I didn’t want her lips wrapped around my dick right now.
“I’m fine. Thanks, Eline.”
Eline’s clear blue eyes drifted to the sleeping Sloane, then back to me. Plastering a plastic smile onto her lips, she said brightly, “No problem. I’ll let you know when to buckle up in preparation for descent.”
She sashayed off, swinging her ass in her sky-high heels and navy-blue pencil skirt. I waited for the regret to hit me, but it was curiously absent. My gaze shifted back down to Sloane, and I willed her to open her eyes.
I’d memorized their color.
They were the gray of a winter morning when the fog was rolling in off the hills, and you couldn’t see your damn hand in front of your face. When every time you breathed in, it felt like your lungs were seizing.
Fuck, I couldn’t be thinking about this.
Our clan had only a few rules…
Never rat out a member.
Don’t talk to the police.
And never get involved with another member’s girlfriend or wife.
The first two rules I was okay with. Once you were part of the clan, you were part of the clan for life. The only way out was in a pine box. And it would be a cold day in hell when I spoke to the cops about anything.
I stared at the woman with her head in my lap. Sloane belonged to my boss now, which meant that all these urges to touch her, I had to put a fucking stop to. Tell that to my fucking dick, though. It had been hard since the first time I saw her all those months ago.
Above my head, the seatbelt light illuminated, and I rearranged Sloane carefully to buckle myself in. A moment later, Eline came back through the cabin.
“She’ll need a belt as well, Mr. Kent,” she told me, gesturing to the unconscious Sloane. “And we’ll be landing in twenty, sir.” She excused herself, leaving me to manhandle Sloane into one of the seats.
I rose from the chair, carefully moving Sloane’s head from my lap as I did. Putting my hands under her arms, I lifted, feeling how warm she was. The hem of the shirt slid up when I sat her in the chair, my hands grazing the back of Sloane’s toned, tanned thighs and brushing against warm satin that I knew was covering her ass.
My dick twitched as if reminding me it knew what it wanted.
Gritting my teeth, I went to buckle her in only to realize she was sitting on the two ends of the belt. I was forced to squeeze a hand under her ass again and feel around for the nylon sashes that ended with the two metal buckles. When I’d moved them out of the way, I secured the belt around her slim waist and retreated to the opposite seat.
I felt the plane begin its descent, and my fingers started tapping against my knee while my eyes stayed glued to Sloane’s slack face. Her head was resting against the plush chair back, her t-shirt still bunched up around her hips, so I caught a flash of her satin-draped pussy.
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself, unclipping my seatbelt and straightening the fabric, so it covered her legs from hip to top of the knee. Sitting back in my seat, I turned my attention to the window and watched as the plane sliced through the clouds—the white peaks turning a dour gray and revealing a rain-filled sky and sodden green land beneath.
There really was no place like home.
