Teased: Resisting the Billionaire Volume One

She could feel his lips against her ear and her thighs instinctively squeezing around his thick, muscular leg, her own thigh pressing in between his. It was entirely accidental. Her breasts squeezed against his strong chest and molded themselves to his chiseled form.

She couldn't tell if the plane was still rocking or if it was just her.

"My God! Alex... I'm so sorry--"

He didn't say a word but just rolled the two of them over, his hot breath coming down on her as his body strained to lift her against the rocking and bucking of the plane.

She was an experienced flight attendant so it would take a lot of turbulence to make her nervous. This was significant but nothing she hadn't experienced in the past. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but feel safe in the powerfully strong arms of Alex. His biceps bulged under his sweatshirt and pressed against her back and knees. He staggered to the bed, flopped her down like a rag doll, and then lay next to her, placing one large, tanned hand onto her abdomen to steady her.

"Better if we stay here to ride this one out." He said.

The plane continued to jump and shake in the invisible blue-sky turbulence. His hand was low on her abdomen to keep her in place and all she could think of was the rush of blood coming to her hips and thighs. His hand was so low down, almost to her pubic mound, firmly pressing into the soft flesh below, his other arm was around her shoulders, cradling her, his powerful legs spread out to keep him steady on the bed. Her own right hand, she realized, was resting on his inner thigh because there was nowhere else for it to go without inadvertently caressing him intimately. She left it there, resting lightly and trying to stay as still as possible.

She was so close to him.

Only hours ago, she had been doing everything she could to avoid him, and now they were lying on a bed together.

The turbulence flattened out but they stayed where they were.

"How good a pilot is your brother?" She asked.

He smiled. "Not as good as me, but still really good. I trust him completely."

Their faces were just inches apart. His strong clean, masculine scent filled her senses and the warm sensations passing through her abdomen and into her breasts just wouldn't quit.

Was something going to happen here? This was ridiculous. She didn't want to be a rich man's plaything. Fucked in the master bedroom for a little tension relief on his annual vacation and then reassigned back on the LA to Columbus route, never to be heard of again once the fling was over.