Page 96 of Cockpit
He falls silent and shifts to meet my eyes. “If someone needs help, I have a hard time turning my back.”
“And that’s
why you’re good at your job.”
“Like I said, I take too many risks.”
“Not all risks are bad things.”
It has to be the damn moonlight in her hair.
Or the high altitude.
But every time I look at her, I think that this is too perfect. That this feels too real. That she makes me feel way too comfortable.
Then I tell myself to step back from the ledge. That I’m only allowing myself to think shit like that because of the night and the moon and I’m fucking thrilled to be getting back in the air.
Good things.
Positive things.
Things that make me wonder if the woman sitting next to me is too good to be true.
“Thank you for bringing me up here,” she murmurs, her lips pressed against my bare chest. Her tits are warm against my body, her thigh hooked over mine as if we are casually lying in a bed instead of on a mountaintop in a field of wispy grass.
Who knew uptown Sidney would have been okay with that?
Maybe I was testing her to see her reaction. Could she handle my flying? Would she trust me? Would she be okay coming to one of my favorite spots in the world?
She passed with flying colors, but now what? What other tests could I possibly ply her with to prove she isn’t Claire? When do I stop and just trust that she isn’t?
Sabotage is never pretty when you’re trying to do it to something good.
“Earth to Grayson?”
“Sorry. I was just thinking.” I shake my head and meet her eyes.
“I thought I just sexed you up so good that you couldn’t think.”
“Ah, you’re right. Maybe I should call you the dick ninja.”
She bursts out laughing, and the sound of it shakes the negative thoughts from my mind. Christ. I can’t even enjoy an evening without throwing my past in my own face to screw it up.
“The dick ninja. I like that.”
“Those words sound so funny coming from you, the prim and proper Sidney Thorton.”
“I don’t think anything that I just did to you was very prim or proper.”
“Mm.” It’s all I can say as my mind relives every lick of her tongue and suck of her mouth over my cock. The way my hand held on to the back of her head, silently begging for her to let me shoot down the back of her throat. But, of course, she had other plans.
Like riding me into oblivion, her tits on perfect display as she ground back and forth on my cock. The way her lips parted. The way her hands ran over her nipples and she pinched them between her fingers. The way she screamed as she came, her pussy pulsing around my dick and milking my own orgasm out of me.
Prim and proper. Definitely not what comes to mind with the sex spell she just drugged me with.
“Mmm?” she asks.
“Shh. Quiet,” I say as I pat her on the ass. “I was just remembering it play by play.”
