Page 79 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

My ass was in the air, and I did not care what I looked like. I heard the drawer open and fall to the floor in his haste. It was good to know he was just as desperate as I was. A second later I heard the foil tear.

“Hurry,” I whimpered.

He grabbed my hip with one hand and guided his cock to my opening with the other. The first thrust was hard and deep. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my cry.

“Fuck,” he breathed against my ear. “You feel so good.”

He began to move fast and hard. Hard enough to knock me off my elbows. I buried my face to muffle the sounds. The aggressive fucking had me seeing stars. Each thrust drove me higher, pushing me closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go for me.”

His words were my undoing. I shattered around him, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He followed seconds later, his own release tearing through him as he pressed his face into my shoulder. We both collapsed on the bed with our booted feet hanging off the edge.

I didn’t even want to know what we must look like with our bare asses and flight suits halfway down our legs.

Dalton kissed my shoulder and then rolled away. He pulled up his suit and then walked into the bathroom. I sat up, removed my boots, and slipped out of my flight suit. I was naked from the waist down when Dalton walked into the room all put back together.

“This can’t happen again in here,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Too risky.”

I nodded, still catching my breath. “Agreed.”

He moved toward the door, then paused. “Janna?”

“Yeah?”

“You did good up there today.”