Epilogue
JAMESON
“Are you a member of the Mile-High Club?”
My wife’s question pulled my attention off the tablet in my hand. Granted, I was already looking for an excuse to take a break from the quarterly earnings reports, but this was something else entirely.
Sutton’s hand was on my thigh, and her eyes were practically sparkling. Oh, yeah. She was definitely up to no good.
“Can’t say I am,” I said.
Sutton glanced toward the cockpit. “How long until we land?”
I glanced at the time on my screen. “We still have a good hour.”
“Let’s make it a good hour.”
She wiggled beneath the blanket she’d settled over her lap.
We chartered this jet to take us from Pleasure Valley to a home show in South Florida, escaping early December Washington weather for some tropical temps.
But this jet had only a pilot, and he was busy flying the plane. That meant we had privacy.
“Put your work away,” she said. “And cover your lap with this blanket.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice. Within seconds, I’d traded the tablet for a blanket and was unbuttoning my pants. We’d been married three years, but with a six-month-old in the house, privacy was rare these days. I was more than ready for time alone with my wife.
I did as I was told, my blood already heating. We shed our remaining clothes beneath the blanket, reaching for each other.
Her fingers were cool at first, then wonderfully warm as she wrapped them around me. I groaned softly, my own hand finding its way to the sweet, hot center of her.
I stroked her clit in slow, deliberate circles, feeling her shudder against my palm. Her breath hitched—a sharp, quiet intake of air that was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard.
We moved together in that hidden space–a secret, desperate dance under the soft wool, both of us struggling to stay quiet, the thrill of discovery making every touch more intense. Finally, I couldn’t take it. The pressure was coiling too tight, too fast.
“I don’t want to come all over this blanket,” I breathed against her ear, my voice ragged. “Get over here.”
She didn’t hesitate. With a fluid, graceful movement, she pushed the blanket aside and straddled me, her knees sinking into the plush leather on either side of my hips.
She guided me inside her, and we both sighed at the feel of it, that perfect fit. I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, my fingers clumsy with need, then shoved the delicate lace of her bra cups down.
Her breasts spilled into my hands, and I leaned forward, capturing one taut nipple in my mouth, then the other, licking and sucking as she began to move above me.
Her rhythm was intoxicating. I slipped my hand between our slick, heated bodies and found her clit again, stroking in time with her rolls and grinds.
My eyes were locked on her breasts, marveling at the beautiful, hypnotic way they bounced with every thrust, the soft light from the window playing across her skin.
She tilted her head back, her throat a long, elegant line, and her breaths came in sharp, shallow pants.
“Look at me,” I rasped.
Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with pleasure, met mine. That was all it took. Her inner muscles clenched around me, once, twice, and then she was coming with a gasping cry that she tried to swallow, her body trembling violently.
The sight of her unraveling, the feel of her pulsing around me, shattered my last shred of control. I drove up into her one last time, deep and hard, my own groan muffled against her neck as I followed her over the edge.
For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the constant, soothing hum of the jet’s engines. She collapsed against me, her skin damp and warm, her heart hammering against my chest. I held her there in the quiet aftermath, stroking her back as she stayed wrapped around me.
I looked past her, out the window at the clouds stretched below us, and a sense of wonder settled over me. I pressed a kiss to her temple.
“You know,” I said, my voice low and still rough with emotion, “for years, the North Star office was just a place of numbers and deals. A sterile box where I spent most of my life. I never could have imagined that the best thing to ever happen to me would walk through that door and change everything. That I’d find my entire future, my whole heart, right there between the filing cabinet and my desk. ”
She lifted her head, her smile soft and full of a love that still, after all this time, took my breath away. “Best hire you ever made.”
“The only one that ever mattered,” I replied.
And I meant it with every fiber of my being.