Page 131 of Dirty Like Zane
And let’s be honest; she was usually calling the shots. Even if I pretended it wasotherwise.
Since I loved her being on top, that was another win-win anyway. And even if she was calling the shots… I could still make her lose hershit.
So no one wascomplaining.
Which got methinking…
I glanced over at her. She’d finished her risotto and the flight attendant was clearing away our plates. Maggie met my eyes and gave me a hesitantsmile.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to be trying to solve problems with sex anymore… but fuck it. My head was already deep in the gutter. And in my books, it was always the right time forsex.
I’d once fucked a girl at a funeral, so there wasthat.
Shame; I hadnone.
If Maggie was pissed at me, I knew it was gonna be harder to make her lose her shit. So instead, I figured I’d make her happy first, before she got pissed atme.
This was my entireplan.
One, make herhappy.
Two, make her lose hershit.
And three, when she was in the happy afterglow phase, break the Maxxi thing to hergently.
Shouldn’t be too hard… We were alone, on a private jet; just me and Maggie. I’d had the two rooms of the cabin filled with pink flowers for her, and the one in the back had a bed. I’d made sure ofthat.
When the flight attendant set the piece of nine-layer chocolate cake in front of her, though, she was definitely on tome.
“You’re up to something,” she said as she eyed the thick slice of cake. “You know I know that,right?”
“Can’t a guy treat his girl to a privatejet?”
She narrowed her gray eyes atme.
“Aren’t you gonna eat yourcake?”
She ate hercake.
* * *
After she ate,I showed her the room in back. There was a flimsy door between the two rooms that I shut, then I tugged her straight toward thebed.
Maggie’s eyes widened when she saw it… but she couldn’t exactly be shocked that what I was “up to” was angling to getlaid.
“What if the flight attendant comes back here?” she asked, eying the flimsydoor.
“He’s not gonna bother us. You’re hot as fuck and there’s a bed. You think he doesn’t know why I brought you back here?” I was already taking off her clothes, peeling off her little ruffled top and her skirt. I left on her sexy boots, picked her up by the waist and tossed her on thebed.
Then I stripped down myself. Slowly. While she watched me, her eyes glazing over with lust as I skimmed my shirt over my head, then started undoing myjeans.
“And none of this five-minutes-til-I-make-Zane-blow bullshit,” I told her, getting a little distracted as I watched her strip off her bra. “We’ve got another half-hour in the air, I’m fucking you every second ofit.”
“Okay.” She tugged her panties down and off, a wicked gleam flashing in her eyes as I shoved my jeans down. “But you know you can’t last thatlong…”
Challengeaccepted.
“What am I, thirteen?” I kicked off my jeans andsocks.
