Confessions of a Twenty-Something City Girl

Mile High Club

"Of course, I don't want to see anyone else, but I also can't let you just give up Sports Digest," I say, squeezing Noah's hand, my voice firm.

Noah remains silent, his perfect features tense as his mind clearly races. After a moment, he meets my gaze, "You're right."

"So, what do we do?" I ask quietly.

"Let me handle things on both the business and personal fronts," Noah replies, rolling his eyes at the thought of his ongoing divorce battle with Meredith. "In the meantime, let's stick to the agreement. It will offer us the most protection until everything is resolved."

I nod. "Agreed. Given how messy everything is, we should probably slow things down a bit."

Noah's eyes snap up to mine, visibly unsettled by my words. "What do you mean?"

"I'm suggesting no labels," I explain. "Until you're officially divorced, it just doesn't feel right. Let's take a step back and hang out like normal people." I manage a smile.

"No, we're not normal people, Kingston," he says, his eyes sparkling. "Our circumstances of coming together are quite extraordinary."

His comment takes my breath away. "I know," I reply, a slideshow of steamy moments between us flashing through my mind. "But think about it—you'd love it. We can dial it back and try dating slowly, you know, really get to know each other," I tease playfully.

Noah pauses, casting a sidelong glance at me with a smug smile. "I know what gets you off," he says, his tone dripping with confidence. "And going slow for long stretches isn't exactly your style."

"Noah!" I exclaim, my cheeks flushing with warmth. He's not wrong—he knows exactly what I like, even if he's still guiding me through discovering every tantalizing detail.

"I'm sorry, Kingston," he says, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "You really did a number on me last night."

"Can you please tell me what happened? I want to know everything," I plead.

Noah studies me, then leans in, his warm breath brushing my ear. "You insisted I show you how I felt, which led to you straddling me in the car."

His hand moves to my knee, gently drawing circles on my skin, "You had on the sexiest gold dress that kept riding up and my hands explored what was exposed to me. Kind of like this," he says, his hand caressing my leg as it moves from my knee up to my thigh, where it softly melts into my skin.

My pulse quickens as I anxiously scan the airplane to see if anyone is watching. The passengers in the row next to us are sleeping.

"Uh-huh," I manage, gulping as I lean into the nook between his head and neck. Noah shifts his body to cover mine, his hand reaching further up my pink skirt. I can feel his fingers resting against my lacy panties.

Noah's voice is soft and cautious, "And then, I pushed your panties aside and began exploring your beautiful body with my touch." His fingers mimic what he is explaining and I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming. "Why don't you be a good girl and take those off for me?" he asks, catching me off guard as he releases his hand from up my skirt, slowly resting it on my knee.

"Right here?" I murmur, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Yes," he replies with a coy smile, casually shifting his body to cover me even more.

I run a hand through my hair, astonished that I'm considering this. I've never done anything sexually risqué in public before, but something about Noah makes me want to say yes to everything. I let out an innocent laugh and shrug my shoulders, "Okay."