Chapter 9
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“Yahoo!” Nana hollers into her headset as Jasper makes a sharp turn toward a bear Nolan spotted along the coastline. “You’re one helluva pilot, Steele. If you weren’t married, I’d give you a run for your money when we landed.”
“Nana!”
She looks back over her shoulder, shrugging unapologetically.
When Jasper offered up the co-pilot seat, Nana practically sprinted to the plane before anyone else could claim it.
I reassured Nolan I could see the view just fine from the cozy backseat.
One that barely fits his large frame, let alone leaves much room for me.
Each time Jasper makes a sharp turn, my body gets thrown against Nolan’s.
It’s made notetaking a little challenging these past couple of hours, but I’m managing.
“Oh look!” Nana exclaims. “Further down the coast. There’s a mama bear and two cubs!”
“Where?” I ask, looking out my window but coming up empty.
“Over here,” Nolan says, pointing out his window.
I lift as high as I can without undoing my seatbelt and lean over Nolan’s thighs to get a better view. I’m momentarily distracted by the woodsy scent of his cologne. There’s a hint of spice to it that makes me want to lick his skin.
I pretend to focus on searching for the bears, but really, I’m stealing a side glance of the muscular military veteran wondering if it would really be so bad to scratch that naughty itch just this once.
I’ve never slept with a boss or client before.
I never wanted to be labeled one of those women who slept their way to the top.
But does it really apply when I own my own company? You can’t go higher than CEO.
Besides, Nolan’s my temporary boss. He can’t promote me. Though, he can fire me. But only from one project.
“Do you see them?” Nolan’s question catches me off guard, and I turn my head toward him without thinking.
Our lips are suddenly an inch apart, and I can’t seem to stop staring at his mouth.
The temptation to taste those lips is mostly fueled by the forbidden nature of this arrangement and a serious sexual drought.
At least, that’s the lie I hold tight to.
“Bree? The bears?”
“Oh, right.” I lean a little farther toward his window.
“Hold on,” Jasper says, jerking the plane into a hard turn half a second after his warning.
I shriek, grasping for purchase to steady myself. My fingers snag on something very hard and defined—oh shit. “Sorry,” I whisper in a voice that’s at lease one octave, maybe two, above my normal tone. I flash him a sheepish smile, but his only response is a blank, unreadable stare.
Shit, shit, shit. I just grabbed Nolan’s cock.
Nolan’s very hard cock.
Either than man is always hard, or being around me turns him on. Funny considering how crazy I seem to drive him.
“I didn’t mean—it’s very nice, but—very big—” Shut up, Bree. I clamp my lips shut before I cause myself any more embarrassment or draw unwanted attention from the cockpit. I return my focus to my window and finally spot what Nana’s been excited about. “Oh, there’s mama bear and her babies.”
“That’s Xena,” Jasper explains.
“As in the warrior princess?” Nana asks.
“That’s the one,” Jasper says. “She’s been out a lot with her cubs these past few days, so there’s a good chance Blakely can capture her in a few shots if you want, Bree?”
“Yes, absolutely.” Had Blakely’s schedule been free, we’d have somehow squeezed her in the back of this bush plane with us. Or we’d have left Nolan behind. Is it terrible that, despite the embarrassment of grabbing his cock, I’m damp between the legs?
Of course you’re wet, you hussy. You want that very big cock buried inside you.
I glance back at him, but he’s looking out his own window.
“Is that a moose?” Nana practically screams, startling everyone. “Hard right, Captain Steele! Stat!”
Nolan is thrown against me this time, and it’s his turn to throw his hands out to steady himself. One lands on my upper thigh, dangerously close to center territory. If I wasn’t fucking wet enough…
“See, it’s not my fault,” I say quietly, wishing our conversation were private.
As though reading my mind, Nolan pushes the headset’s microphone away from his lips, then he tugs one foamed earpiece away from my left ear. “I don’t have any coffee, but I promise my hand is not empty. Not unless you want it to be.”
This man. From zero to one hundred in a blink of an eye. It’s irritating, confusing, and so hot I can hardly stand it.
Unsurprisingly, his dirty words cause a sensation in my belly I can’t blame on altitude or turbulence. I cover my microphone with my hand. “That orgasm comment got to you, didn’t it?”
“I just want to set the record straight.”
“In here?” I give him a challenging look that says he’s not brave enough to pull that off.
He answers with a smile devilish enough to make an erotica author blush. His fingers dip deeper down my inner thigh, the sensation leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “If you’re too chicken, I’ll stop. But if you think I won’t do it here just because it’s a little risky, think again.”
“I’m not a chicken,” I insist.
“Really?” he counters.
I nod toward the front, wondering how he means to make good on that orgasm delivery if we have an audience.
His hand slides up to the knotted sleeves of my hoodie tied around my waist. He tugs them free, using the sweatshirt to cover my lap. Oh, that’s how.
“Not a moose,” Nana says, her disappointment reverberating through the one ear still wearing the headset. “Well, maybe next time.”
“Bree, you got what you need?” Jasper asks as Nolan’s hand disappears beneath the hoodie, his fingers grazing my seam.
“Yep.”
“Bree.”
Oh right. The microphone. I move it in front of my mouth and try again.
“Yep, I’m good. Got a whole list for Blakely.
We can head back.” I say it all in one held breath, pushing the microphone away the second I finish my run-on sentence.
I don’t need anyone in the cockpit hearing my shameless whimper as Nolan digs a finger against my clit through the damp layers of fabric.
“Where does one have to go to see a moose in this town?” Nana asks, letting out a sigh.
“I know a few good spots,” Nolan says, his tone calm and even, as though his hand isn’t wedged between my legs. “I’ll take you out before you leave.”
“In your tank?”
Nolan chuckles, and dammit if that sound coming through the headset doesn’t make me wetter. Without looking, he drags a single finger up my seam and hooks a thumb between my leggings and skin.
I bite down on my lip when he slides his hand beneath my panties, his middle finger reaching my clit first. He swirls his fingertip in a lazy, circular motion. An ordinary Bree who was getting laid on a regular basis could relax and enjoy this simple pleasure for hours.
But the current sex-depraved Bree is about to climax from the skill of a single finger, and quickly.
I grip Nolan’s thigh, digging my fingers in to warn him I’m close. He turns his head toward me, lifting an eyebrow as if to say already?
“Shut up,” I mouth, right before he increases the pressure and speed of that single finger.
I yank off my headset completely, hardly two seconds to spare before I’m completely over the edge. My hips jerk against his hand, and I bite down on my bottom lip so hard I taste blood. It takes incredible restraint to keep my moans subdued so they can’t be heard over the roar of the engine.
When my body stills, Nolan leans his mouth against the shell of my ear. “Next time, I’ll bring the iced coffee too.”