Page 50 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
Wow. He’d meant it. He’d change his life for her, and she hadn’t even asked him. “Are you sure? What about the hospital?” He couldn’t abandon that project for her; she wouldn’t let him.
“I talked to Lara on my way to the airport. Because of my generous offer to work pro bono, she’ll work with me. I’ll travel when needed, and share ideas over the internet. Building won’t start today or tomorrow anyway.”
“But…”
“Zachary would be happier if I followed my heart and helped you make a difference in the world than if I only tried to get his name on a plaque,” he said nonchalantly.
Damn it, the man had a valid point. “Another of Emma’s rationalizations?”
“She’s a pain in the ass, but a smart one. Plus, my house has a pool that she loves and she offered to housesit.”
The flight attendant appeared in front of them, and if she paid any attention to them exchanging loving glances, she didn’t show it. She brought the wine list and assured them dinner would be served shortly. When she disappeared behind the curtain leading to the other sections of the plane, Zaine touched Monique’s hair with a look of pure fascination.
“I can’t believe this,” she said, as a virtual balloon of happiness burst inside her.
“You better believe it. I’m all in, baby. All in with you.”
“Me too, Zaine. Thanks for everything.”
“I say we celebrate in a more personal way,” he said, cocking his head in the direction of the restrooms. “You go first?”
She nodded and stood, walking a bit shakily after all the happy news she’d received. He hadn’t expected her to give up her dream for him, but he’d given up so much to be with her…willingly, and she loved him for it.
She headed to the vacant bathroom and closed the door behind her without locking it. Within a few seconds, he opened it and entered. God. His large frame occupied a good percentage of the tiny area, and she wasted no time, wrapping her hands around his head and bringing him close. She’d missed him…a lot.
He lowered his head, and she kissed him, ravenous for more. He slid his hands down her back, their bodies molded together. She could feel his dick throbbing between her legs, wanting out of his pants and in her.
Encouraged, she undid his buckle, then zipped down his pants and pulled them down with his boxers. She kneeled before him, and because of the confined space, his cock easily entered her mouth. She looked up to find him gazing at her, fire shining in his eyes.
“You’re so perfect,” he said, emotion lacing his voice.
She wasn’t, but he made her feel ridiculously perfect. Perfect the way she was…perfect enough for him. She squeezed his balls, and he thrust his fingers into her hair, showing her exactly how he wanted her to suck him.
She followed his rhythm, each time quicker, shoving his delicious, large rod inside her mouth. How good it felt, to be this wanted. This needed.
“Monique…” he whispered. “I love to come in your mouth, but now I need to fuck your pussy, baby. Really bad.”
He brought her to her feet and placed her on top of the sink. Swiftly, he removed her jeans and underwear. When she wrapped her legs around his abdomen, he groaned. She hoped the airplane crew didn’t hear them, but a part of her didn’t care. Finally, there was nothing to be ashamed of, and they could live their love out in the open.
He kissed her, merging their lips together. She bucked toward him, anxious to give him everything. He positioned his cock at her entrance, and just the head rubbing against her folds pushed desire through her.
“More,” she said.
He grabbed her wrists and, with one hand, held them above her head against the mirror. When he began to fuck her, her restrained wrists added more intensity, and she clamped her lips shut to keep from shouting.
A sheen of sweat slicked his forehead, and she knew his control had been hanging on by a thread when he’d touched her and she’d immediately climaxed, back when they were in the cabin.
He withdrew halfway only to pound into her harder, and she gasped for air, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. He kept his eyes on her as he rammed deeper, and she arched toward him, ready to give herself to a lifetime of pleasure with him.
“Mon Dieu. You’re killing me,” she said, when she tried to move her hands but he grasped them tighter, and then began to nip her jaw.
“Good. Then I’ll revive you and we’ll do it all over again.”
“Is love always like this? This crazy…thing?” She’d experienced loving her family, loving causes, but never a man.
“No. I think this is a Zaine and Monique thing,” he said, before letting go of her hands so she could touch his hair.
She wrapped her hands around his head, bringing him closer to her, then kissed him with passion, urgency, and lust. Three ingredients that made her blood run hot and thick. What if there was a way to freeze time and imprint this moment in her memory? As he gazed at her lovingly, his lashes covering his eyes, she sighed. She didn’t need to be afraid to lose him or the sensations he provoked in her anymore. She—they—had forever on their side.
