~Sequel to Boschetto's Fifty Shades Darker~
Little did you know that the mysterious and intense man who had swept you off your feet since day one, making you feel you were the light in his life, was a well-known figure in his home country and abroad...
Once you and Ignazio boarded the jet, Eric gestured for you to take a seat at one of the groupings of chairs that had a table, then returned with a fruit and cheese tray.
"I'll be right back," Ignazio said, brushing the back of his fingers across your cheek as you took a seat.
You watched him walk toward Eric and say something, and a moment later the attendant passed Ignazio's duffel bag over to him. Ignazio slipped into one of the cabins in the back and shut the door.
You frowned. A change of clothes maybe?
But when he stepped out a couple minutes later in the same suit, you knew he was up to something.
You narrowed your eyes at him when he finally sat down. "So...what's up with that duffel bag?"
"A surprise."
"A surprise?" you repeated as the jet started moving down the runway.
"Yes." His voice lowered, taking on the soft huskiness that told you his thoughts had turned to sex. "This is a mode of transportation, after all."
"Oh." You glanced back at the cabin you'd seen him disappear into a couple minutes before. Expectation coursed through you. Amused and feeling the slow heat of building arousal, you decided to play the game. "You know, my man has a transportation fetish, too. Says he'll take me any way he can get me."
"Can't blame the guy."
"I kind of get him, though." You fought to hold back a smile. "I myself get really turned on whenever I watch him drive his DB9. Or his boat."
One of his brows arched as he settled back, clearly enjoying the teasing exchange. "So you got a little transportation fetish yourself?"
"You could say that, yeah."
"Good to know." His mouth curved and he took a drink, eyeing you over the lip of his glass. Then he leaned forward, setting his elbows on the table. "So this is how it's going to be: as soon as the captain gives the go-ahead to get up, I want you to head into the private room and get naked. Then lie on the bed and wait for me."
You leaned forward just like him. "So, my boyfriend arranges for a private jet for me to come to him as often as possible, but I've got a hunky seatmate to play with? This could be interesting."
He pierced you with his gaze. "You want to role-play, angel?"
"How much time have we got to kill?"
"Forty-five minutes," he purred.
Your toes curled. You'd let him have you anywhere. You'd never say no to him. You just weren't capable of it. When he wanted you, you were ready and more than willing. "Hmm." You snagged a cube of pineapple and popped it in your mouth, relishing the way its juice went down, refreshingly sweet and zesty.
The plane leveled out and the captain made a brief announcement freeing you to move about the cabin.
Ignazio shot you a look that said, Well? Run along now.
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