Chapter 24
Mile High Club
The private jet was sleek, silent, and stupidly luxurious. Maddison curled up on one of the cream leather seats like she owned the damn thing. Bare legs stretched out, oversized sunglasses perched on her head, mimosa in hand.
Lucas sat across from her, eyes fixed on the file in his lap. Or pretending to be.
She wasn’t making it easy.
“So…” her voice was syrupy as she sipped, “is there in-flight entertainment? Or just you, Mr. CEO?”
“Read your briefing.” He didn’t look up.
“You mean the one you packed yourself… so I won't get bored?”
His eyes flicked to hers. Finally,
“You said you wanted to be involved.”
“Mhm. But I don’t think you expected me to be so involved.”
Her tongue dragged along the rim of her glass, deliberately slow.
Lucas’s grip on his pen tightened.
Maddison leaned forward, silk sliding off her thigh like an accident.
“You’re sweating.”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” she smirked. “Altitude? Or the fact you can’t do anything about how hard you’re getting right now?”
His nostrils flared. Still silent.
“What if I crawled over there right now?” she purred. “Unzipped those expensive trousers, got on my knees, and made you forget this deal even exists…”
“Maddison.” His voice cracked, low and dangerous.
She smiled, all innocence. “Yes, sir?”
He glared. “If we weren’t in the air,”
“You’d what?” she whispered. “Punish me?”
His silence was deafening.
She laughed softly, stretching out like a cat. “You’re adorable when you’re feral.”
The jet hummed. Lucas stared at his file, jaw locked, eyes unfocused.
Maddison sipped again. “Tell me when we land. I’ll be good until then. Probably.”
His mutter was almost inaudible. She caught two words.
“Demon woman.”
And softer “Mine.”
***
Lucas hadn’t looked up in ten minutes. Not since Maddison’s bare foot started tracing lazy circles up his calf.
“You’re impossible,” he ground out, death-gripping the armrest.
“I’m just trying to get comfortable,” she said sweetly. “Private jets make me fidgety.”
Her foot slid higher.
“We are going to land in under two hours. Can you wait?”
“Nope.”
She stood, hips swaying as she walked the narrow aisle. She paused in the private bathroom.
Turned. “Coming?”
He didn’t move.
“Or should I do it myself?”
He was up in a second.
The door clicked shut behind them. Cramped, mirror-lined, luxury within limits. Maddison didn’t care.
She shoved him back against the counter, lips at his throat. “Say it.”
His pulse hammered under her mouth.
“Say you want me.”
“I’ve always wanted you.”
Her kiss was rough, urgent. Hands tearing at his shirt, belt, dragging him down.
“Then stop pretending,” she growled. “Stop holding back.”
His grip locked on her hips. “You drive me insane.”
“Good.” She hiked her dress up and straddled him, sinking down slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Go insane for me.”
Lucas let out a strangled groan, forehead dropping against hers as he buried himself inside her.
“Fuck, Maddison…”
“Keep your voice down,” she teased, grinding against him. “Unless you want the pilot to know how filthy you are.”
He bit back a moan, teeth clenched.
The mirror fogged as their rhythm built. Maddison rode him like she owned the sky, silk clinging to her body, his hands desperate on her waist.
“No more pretending.” she whispered against his mouth.
His thrusts grew rougher, control slipping fast. “I’ve never pretended with you.”
When she came, she bit his neck to muffle the sound.
When he followed, he clung to her like a drowning man.