//SHIFTING TO JAMES'S POV//
I wouldn't let her first time be on this jet. I needed to take her out, treat her, do everything perfectly. But each time she aroused me- without realising most of the time- I couldn't help but push her body down under me.
An idea came to my mind, she seemed horny enough, last night must've gotten to her head.
She noticed the shady smirk that spread across my face, she looked up at me questioningly. It wasn't intimidating in the slightest, which was what she was aiming to do.
I kissed her gently, she reached up and felt my hair, it took everything out of me not to buck my hips into her. I continued kissing all down her jaw and into that sweet spot on her neck, able to feel her breathing pick up a little bit.
I felt her spread her legs a little and began to arch her back. Slowly I reached down and rubbed her thigh, dangerously close to her clit even though it was still under her pants. I circled my thumb over it, feeling the heat radiating off it.
She took her hands from my hair in attempt to pull her pants down, I quickly took my hand off her and pulled away from her neck to grab her wrists, she let out a little moan, pouting.
"We're not joining the Mile High Club today, honey," I said, my voice only made her squirm more, trying to cope with how wet she was.
"P-please James," her head rolled back "you're driving me insane..."
I smiled "do you want to be punished?" I asked her, knowing full well I couldn't do that before I'd even gotten myself inside her.
Her jaw dropped a little, but her eyes kept locked on mine.
So she's quite a naughty girl?
I spared no time in inviting my tongue into her mouth in another kiss, I let my hips lightly grind into her, the noise she made made my pants tighten.
"I need to do work," I said once she got needier at the feeling of my cock bulging. "Maybe you should as well,"
"Sure," she pouted, we left the crumpled bedsheets and sat in the main seating area of the plane.
// SHIFTING TO LIZZIE'S POV//
"Howard!" I ran up and hugged him
"Honey, it's too long! And I don't care what kinda man is gonna keep you in his fancy-ass mansion, you are needed here!"
"Can I formally introduce you?" I asked, him and James hadn't actually met properly yet
As if he read my mind, James strode over and shook hands with Howard "James Barnes, you must be Howard."
Howard's jaw dropped as he saw James in the flesh, "oh Lizzie honey, you hit the jackpot..." his eyes were on James but he didn't seem to register he was stood there.
"Howard!"
"Oh- sorry Lizzie. He's yours, I forgot."
-
Wanda was in the workshop, making sure everyone had a dress in preparation for me to see, plus her own workstation was full of stuff.
"Oh my god, Lizzie!" she said as we ran up and hugged each other "how was New York?"
"It was wonderful," I recalled everything that happened with Natasha, I made note to tell Wanda in private about that "James has come here with me actually,"
I looked over to the door, no sign of James.
"For god's sake, Howard!" I shouted "let the man in!"
"He's not a workshop worker!" Howard insisted, I rolled my eyes. I guess it was only fair I didn't let James in, I wouldn't let anyone else's partner come in.
Then again I'm the CEO.
It didn't matter, Wanda went outside to meet James as I took a look around the workshop. Everyone fell silent once they noticed my presence and stood in line with their 'creations.'
Not lost your touch I see.
I noticed a few nice dresses, a pantsuit I'd wear but I couldn't put it on the runway, and everybody's shoes had gotten better. Good work, Wands.
"So we were thinking," Wanda told me after I finished up in the workshop "we should all have dinner tonight?"
"That sounds great, Wands, where were you thinking?" I asked, I noticed James on a phone call pacing the reception area.
"How about just my place?" She asked, I agreed and settled on a time tonight when we'd be there.
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