Only for You

26: Let's Sail

Fatima was sitting in Zac's jet, cruising high above the ocean on their way to the Maldives. She leaned against the window, sipping on her Mimosa, the cold glass pressing lightly against her fingertips. The view was breathtaking, endless blue stretching beneath them, but her mind wasn't on the scenery—it was on Zac.

He sat down beside her, his presence warm and consuming, his cologne mixing with the scent of leather and expensive liquor. She turned toward him as he ran a slow hand over her thigh.

"We land in less than two hours," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through her.

She hummed in acknowledgment, but his hand didn't move. Instead, his fingers grazed her exposed skin, and his gaze darkened. "Why you got these short-ass pants on?" he scolded, his tone laced with irritation.

Fatima smirked, setting her now-empty glass down. "The Maldives is hot," she reminded him, stretching her legs slightly, as if to tease him further.

Zac clenched his jaw. "That don't mean you gotta be out here half-dressed on my jet."

She chuckled, reaching up to cup his beard, her fingers stroking through the coarse hair. "Relax." Then, pulling him in, she pressed her lips to his, her tongue slipping past his in a slow, teasing dance. The taste of whiskey and Mimosa blended between them, heady and intoxicating.

When she pulled away, he licked his lips, those dark, hungry eyes locked onto her. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and crackling, but still, he held back.

"Why you holding back?" she groaned, her hand sliding between his thighs, brushing against the heat she knew was waiting for her.

Zac quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her before she could go any further. "Because you gotta learn patience, Fatima." His voice was low, firm.

She groaned dramatically, falling back into her seat. "Fine," she mumbled, crossing her arms.

Zac smirked, his fingers tracing slow circles on her thigh again. "You pouting now?"

"I just don't get why we have to wait," she muttered, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

"You will," he promised, his voice dripping with something unspoken.

Fatima turned her head fully, brows raised. "That supposed to mean something?"

He chuckled, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Yeah."

She huffed, dragging her fingers over her silk blouse as if to distract herself. "You're so annoying."

"But you like it," he teased.

She didn't answer right away, just gave him a smirk as she reached for another Mimosa from the flight attendant.

"Mmm," she hummed playfully.

Zac raised a brow. "Mmm? That's all I get?"

Fatima bit her lip, pretending to be deep in thought. "Maybe."

He let out a low laugh, shaking his head. "You like testing me, don't you?"

"I like winning," she corrected, shifting her legs just enough that his hand slid higher up her thigh.

Zac exhaled through his nose, gripping her thigh tighter, his restraint barely holding on. "Yeah, well, you ain't winning this one."

Fatima groaned again, throwing her head back. "So, what's so special about tonight?"

Zac studied her for a moment, then leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear. His voice dropped, low and sinful.

"I want you to feel me, Ti."