Secret Surrender (Forever 2)

“You ready?” he asked. He was wearing a t-shirt and khaki shorts like the first time I met him in Cape Town. I’d almost gotten used to seeing him in a dress clothes so the effect was striking. Definitely sexy casual.

“So ready.”

He flicked the heart-shaped pendant around my neck. “I like how it looks on you.”

I glanced down at it. The deadly weapon looked rather cute. It certainly matched my outfit. “I’ve gotten a few compliments so far. You have good taste.”

We drove off and I settled into the feeling of being physically next to Vincent again. I watched the buildings and people pass by outside the window and periodically stole glances at Vincent’s beautiful features.

“Not going to ask me where we’re going this time?” He smirked.

“I figured it’s somewhere with water. But I’m eager to be surprised.”

“Seems like I’m rubbing off on you.”

“Maybe.” I grinned. “Although I’d much prefer you rubbing on me.”

It was his turn to grin. “Don’t worry. I assure you there will be plenty of that this weekend.” He gently patted my thigh to console me.

Before long, we arrived at the airport and stepped out onto the familiar tarmac. Hand-in-hand, we boarded his private plane.

The pilot was the same middle-aged gentleman who flew the plane when we went to St. Thomas but this time there was also a flight attendant. She was an elderly woman who introduced herself as Nancy and ushered Vincent and me to a row of three seats in the rear cabin. We had rows of seats in front and back of us which provided a bit of privacy while the space between rows were big enough for ample leg room. After stowing away our bags, she took a seat at the front cabin near the cockpit, preparing for departure.

During take-off and twenty minutes into the flight, Vincent’s hand seemed to never leave my leg, heating my thigh and running light touches along the skin with his fingertips.

My gaze was fixed out the window watching as the city below us became tinier. It was still hard to believe I was going for another weekend trip via private jet.

“Like the view?” Vincent asked as he caressed my thigh, his voice silk and his scent delicious.

“I like the feel as well,” I said, eyeing his hand petting me.

“You remind me of a cat. Feisty at first but once you earn their affection they can be very receptive. Plus, you like birds.”

“I’m flattered. Didn’t figure you for a cat person though.” I looked at him curiously. “Cats are great but I think I’m more of a dog lover. I had a yellow labrador when I was growing up. They’re loyal, obedient, protective, always smiling at you.” I touched the tip of his sharp nose with my finger and he smiled at me. “You remind me of a dog.”

“I guess that’s fair.” His forearm rested over mine on the armrest and he began massaging the sensitive skin between my fingers with his own. “But don’t expect me to hump your leg.”

I laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“I wouldn’t put it past me either.” He pinched the bottom edge of my gray pencil skirt. “Especially when you’re wearing a skirt like this. I don’t know what your bosses are thinking allowing you to wear something like this to work.”

My face heated. “It’s a typical work skirt, Vincent. Are you saying the dress standard for women in the professional world is unacceptable to you?” I teased. “Maybe they shouldn’t allow men with your libido to go to work with women around.”

“I don’t care what other women wear. I care what you wear and if anyone else is thinking about these legs.” He affectionately patted my thigh with his palm.

“Well then,” I said, raising my brow at him. “You’ll probably be pleased to hear my new client lead is a woman.”

His hand on my leg tightened. “Only if you don’t plan on pinching her ni**les.”

“Oh?” I said curiously. “I would’ve thought that would be a turn-on for a man with your sex drive.”

“Turn it around. Have her pinch your ni**les, then it’d be different.”

I frowned. “How is that any different?”

“You’d be the one moaning.”

Shock hit my system followed by a heated ache. Vincent was already a walking sex magnet but the time I spent apart from him made him like a sex vortex. This was going to be a long plane ride.

“Don’t worry. The only client ni**les I’ve pinched are yours and I plan to keep it that way.”

“Hopefully it’s not the last time you pinch them.”

“So you like me pinching your ni**les? I thought that was only something women liked to do and men were indifferent to.”

“I like it. Gives me a charge.”

I laughed. I could imagine most guys being embarrassed about admitting they enjoyed having their ni**les tweaked but Vincent was very comfortable with his sexuality—at least in front of me. The confidence was alluring.

I lightly squeezed his nipple between my fingers and he made a soft groan. “You’ve opened my mind.”

“Well maybe I can open you to other things as well. . .” His hand ventured between my thighs and began creeping up beneath my skirt.

I didn’t resist but when his hand came dangerously close to my pu**y, I nervously scanned the cabin. “Vincent, we don’t have privacy. There’s the pilot and the flight attendant at the front of the plane,” I said, gesturing toward the cockpit. Peeking my head over the row of seats in front of us, I could see Nancy seated near the emergency exit reading a magazine.

“So?”

“So, I don’t want to do anything that would embarrass us.”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“You’re not embarrassed if Nancy sees us—you know. . .”

“She has grandchildren.” He leaned closer so that his lips were grazing my cheek while he spoke. “She knows what happens between two people when there’s sexual attraction this intense.” His hand slipped further up my skirt and brushed over my panties against my clit.

I desperately sucked air into my lungs to stop myself from moaning.

“Are you embarrassed? Of us?” he whispered.

My eyes darted to the front of the cabin. Nancy was still reading her magazine. “A little embarrassed of doing this in public. But I do like you touching me.”

“Relax, Kristen,” Vincent said softly. “We both know this flight is too long to go without us touching one another. We won’t get caught if we’re careful. We just have to keep quiet.”