FIERY HEAT [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER: 14. An explosive encounter...mile-High Club!

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas. Mile-High Club!

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“You sure you’re okay?” Tristan asked Damon for the fourth time since they boarded his luxury private jet. Damon had been looking preoccupied since he’d received a call just before they got on board.

“Yeah I’m good.” Damon sighed, looking out as the plane started taxiing down the runway.

Tristan wasn’t convinced but decided to let it drop since Damon seemed lost in thought. They were sitting facing each other, buckled in. Tristan took a sip of his Hennessey, which he had been served whilst they prepared for take-off. Damon had opted for a glass of water.

He turned to look around and couldn’t help but be impressed with the luxury interior of the plane. Damon had told him he had spec’d it up to his taste after the death of his father. It was obvious he had paid a lot to get it like how it was. It was a big plane but could only take about eighteen people since most of the space had been converted into something else. Though the mirrored ceiling created the illusion of a bigger space, there was actually enough space to stretch out on the plane. It was what Tristan called Traveling in style as it was obvious the plane provided huge levels of comfort. He couldn’t wait to look around.

“We’re now at cruising altitude,” the pilot’s voice boomed over the intercom as the plane leveled out. “Feel free to move about the cabin.”

Immediately they were freed to move about the cabin, Tristan removed his seat belt and slid into the seat next to Damon and took his hand in his.

“Hey talk to me. You’ve been in a pensive mood since we boarded and I don’t like it. I planned on enjoying this flight as I have a lot of work to do as soon as we get to Paris but this mood is not helping. Is it business? Come on talk to me.”

Damon sighed and squeezed Tristan’s hand. Then he brought their entwined hands up to press a kiss on Tristan’s knuckles.

“There was a wrong shipment delivery. It’s going to create a lot of setbacks.” Damon said.

“Can’t you do anything about that from up here? Doesn’t this airplane also come with Internet access?” Tristan teased, trying to lighten Damon’s mood.

Damon turned to look at Tristan, his eyes laughing. “You mean you don’t mind if I do a little work? ‘Cause I really have to clear this up.”

“Not at all. Go right ahead. I want to look around anyway.” Tristan said with a grin.

“Okay.” Damon leaned over and ran his thumb gently over Tristan’s lush lower lip. Then his hand moved to the nape of Tristan’s neck, holding him while their lips met in a gentle, almost tentative kiss.  Tristan moaned, his lips parting slightly. Damon wasted no time in slipping the tip of his tongue inside his mouth and deepening the kiss, loving the taste of alcohol on Tristan’s lips. Tristan’s head reeled from the sensation of Damon’s hot, sweet breath filling his mouth. They were breathing heavily now as desire took over.

Damon groaned into Tristan’s mouth, and suddenly broke away from their kiss, panting. He leaned his forehead against Tristan’s, trying to calm down. Then dropping a kiss on Tristan’s swollen lips, Damon stood up and headed for the boardroom.

He paused and glanced over his shoulder at Tristan, melting him into a puddle with those maddeningly sexy blue eyes of his. “Come get me when you miss me.”

A surge of lust pulsed through Tristan’s groin. “I will.” He replied huskily.

Tristan was still reeling from that kiss when he heard the sweet voice.