Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Can I get you some breakfast, Mr. Stanton?” The blond stewardess is overattentive. She has been fawning all over me since I got on the damn plane.
“No, I will just have a Cointreau and ice. Actually, make it a double.” I glare at her, silently telling her to back the hell off. She looks shocked and immediately nods and leaves me alone. I look over to see Adrian narrow his eyes at me.
“What?” I snap. He shakes his head and looks back out his window opposite me, his annoyance apparent. I am not in the mood for his shit today. If I want to drink Cointreau for breakfast, then I fucking will. I don’t need another mother telling me what to do. The one I’ve got is enough of a nightmare. I glance at my watch again—6:25 a.m. I strum my fingers on my table. I’m so worked up I don’t think I can sit on this plane all the way to Melbourne.
I stand and walk up the end of the aisle and turn and put my hands on the back of the two opposite aisle seats. With only fifteen people on board for the meeting we have with the Australian Medical Board this morning, the plane is relatively empty. I stand for a while as my mind wanders back to the night before, to Natasha. I can’t even bear to be near my colleagues this morning. They are just too…in my space. I check my watch again—6:40 a.m. She will be waking up soon. I check my suit pant pockets for my phone and then my jacket pockets, shit. I stomp back down the aisle and look on my seat for my phone.
“Lost something?” Adrian asks a little too sweetly.
“My phone,” I reply.
“Expecting a call?” he asks. He holds my phone up as he smiles at Ben.
“Fuck off!” I snatch the phone off him and storm back down to the other end of the plane. I fall into the seat and rest my arm on the window base. This is a fucking nightmare, a total fucking nightmare. Last night was supposed to bring closure; instead I feel sick to my stomach.
My mind flicks back to when I woke up next to her, and I put the heels of my hands into my eye sockets. What the fuck was that about? I fucking had sex with her while she was asleep. I’ve hit a new low. I close my eyes, the memory so vivid it is forever burned into my brain.
I woke up to the feel of her gentle breath on my shoulder, she was on her back and my arm was draped over her stomach. I leaned up onto my elbow and flicked the lamp on so I could see the time.
What I saw instead was the exact vision of the fantasy I’ve been having for seven years. Natasha on her back and all mine. I slowly peeled the blanket back so I could drink in her beauty, absolutely fucking breathless beauty.
I remove my hand from her stomach and she gently groans and moves her hand around looking for me, then she relaxes as she finds my chest. Instantly my cock twitches. I slowly bend to kiss her breast and instead find her erect nipple in my mouth—so fucking perfect. She groans and her legs fall open, inviting me in. My breath starts to quiver as I slowly run my fingers from her throat down over both her breasts down her stomach and down to her beautiful tight cunt. She groans again and opens her legs farther apart. I don’t believe this. She’s asleep and her body is responding to me. This is every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had. I wonder if I can feel my semen inside her. I slowly sink in one finger. She groans and spreads her legs again farther apart. Her body starts to ripple around my finger—holy fuck this woman is hot.
I add another finger and then another and her body starts to slowly pump my fingers, begging for more. This is unbearable. Sweat is beading over my body. I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused in my life. Her body starts to gently ride my fingers and her soft sighs are going straight to my cock. Just the thought of watching her body orgasm as she sleeps is fucking with my head BIG-TIME. Every muscle in my body is aching to be inside her, screaming at me in a deafening sound. Her legs fall to the mattress and she moans, her body wanting more. Her tight channel ripples around me and I groan as I put my head into my pillow trying to control myself. Willing myself to stop. Then her words from earlier come back to haunt me. Do what you want with my body, Joshua. It’s yours, remember. It’s those words that tip me over the edge and I slowly rise above her.