The limo pulled onto the airstrip,

The limo pulled onto the airstrip, and Evelyn’s face went numb. The jet was the size of a two-story house. “This is yours?”
He smirked as he gazed at his oversized toy. “All mine.”
Her stomach flipped and continued to teeter. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would be showing her many firsts. In a few minutes she would be leaving earth and rocketing through the sky at God knew how many miles an hour.
As they stepped onto the tarmac, the pavement was hot beneath her sandals. Dugan loaded their luggage on a cart, and Lucian clasped her hand. “Ready?”
Evelyn hesitated. Birds flew. People walked. These were the facts of life. “Um . . .”
Taking her other hand, he drew her close and kissed her softly. “It will be fine, Evelyn. My pilot has over thirty years’ experience under his belt, and I not only trust him with my life, I trust him with yours.”
Perhaps it wouldn’t be so intimidating if it weren’t so large of a jet. How did a thousand tons of metal just float through the air? She licked her lips nervously. She could do this. This was her first big step—well, more of a leap—in her plan to experience new things. The world was her oyster. Whatever that meant.
They climbed the steep set of stairs jutting out of the belly of the plane, and she gaped at the luxury awaiting them on the inside. Butter-colored leather and polished wood dominated the cylindrical space. Windows were adorned with dainty navy blue curtains. Seats were arranged aesthetically for conversation or dining.
Cool air pumped into the cabin. She’d seen the inside of an airplane on television. This was not a plane. This was a flying mansion.
“Our room’s back here,” Lucian said, carrying their smaller bags through the door.
She followed him. Yup, it was an actual bedroom. Against a wall, the king-size bed was made up with soft accent pillows. Two swivel chairs sat adjacent on the other wall, with a small glass table in between.
“Watch this,” he said, smirking like a young boy. He really did love his toys. He typed in a code on a small hidden panel, and the wall began to move. She jumped back and stared in awe as blue sky came into view.
The wall literally extended and lowered, forming a balcony on the side of the plane. Great. A plane with collapsible walls. It didn’t make her feel safer.
“Come see,” he said, taking her hand.
Reluctantly she followed. It was disorienting, being so high. The limo seemed to have shrunk. She stepped back in the plane and he chuckled.
“Can you close it back up now?”
He sighed at having his fun spoiled. After pressing a few buttons, gears shifted and the wall rose, locking back into place.
“Is it locked?” she asked nervously.
“Yes, Evelyn. Relax. Let’s have a drink.”
They returned to the main area of the plane, and a flight attendant waited behind the bar. “Good afternoon, Mr. Patras. Can I get you a drink before takeoff?”
As Lucian ordered their beverages, Evelyn settled into a large upholstered chair. There was a long couch, but the chair seemed safer. Her fingers located the seat belt and buckled it, pulling the strap as tight as it would go.
Lucian tsked as he handed her a cool glass of something pink and fruity. “Are you planning on staying buckled the entire flight?”
“No,” she sassed. “Only for the parts when we’re in the air.”
He shook his head, but a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Drink your cocktail. It will calm your nerves.”
The alcohol went right to her head, and soon they were speeding down the runway. Her heart dropped into her ass as they left the ground, and she may have whimpered a few times. She also may have punctured the leather armrest with her fingernails. The sense of hurtling upward eventually evened out and she breathed again. Captain Hertkorn’s voice announced they were traveling at speeds Evelyn didn’t want to contemplate, and Lucian unbuckled his belt.
“Would you like another drink?”
She glanced at her glass, about to decline, and was shocked to see it was empty. “Okay.”
He pressed a button and the flight attendant returned. Where had she gone? Their drinks were replenished, and as Evelyn sipped her second fruity cocktail, she embraced its settling effects.
Lucian’s fingers traced over the back of her hand. “Come in the back with me.”
Her eyes widened. That would require unbuckling her seat belt. “I’d rather stay here.”
“I wasn’t asking.”
“Lucian, I’m a turbulent sneeze away from wetting myself. I suggest you let me stay in my seat.”
He reached over and clicked the button on her buckle. Her breath caught. Leaning in, he swept her hair off of her shoulder and slowly kissed her neck. “Nothing will go wrong. The captain will let us know if things are going to get bumpy. Now, come with me. I have great plans for the next hour, great, distracting plans.”
She rose on shaky legs and he led her to the bedroom. Her eyes immediately darted to the fall-away wall. Safety hazard! She jumped when his palm settled on her shoulders, tickling her skin beneath the straps of her tank top. His casted arm banded around her waist and tugged her close. He was already hard.
Warm kisses poured over her shoulders. He cupped her breasts through her shirt and slowly reached lower to undo the buttons of her jean skirt. “Your legs look amazing in this skirt. I’m going to start at your feet and kiss all the way to your sweet, pink pussy.”
Before her skirt fell to the ground, he clasped his palm over the denim and gripped the V of her sex. Her heart raced. She leaned her backside into his arousal and he growled in her ear. It didn’t take long for her to be thoroughly distracted.