“Fine. We will join the miles high club.”
I continue to laugh, but Zanders seems deadly serious. “Like hell we will, Zee. Remember how we’re trying to make sure I keep my job?”
“I’ll be quiet.”
Another condescending laugh leaves my lips as my forehead drops. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but neither of us are exactly quiet. And on top of that, you have to duck just to use the lavatory on the plane.” Tilting my head, I shoot him an apologetic smile. “It’s not gonna happen.”
“You’re crushing my dreams here, Vee.”
“I know,” I soothe, gently running my palm against his tightly faded cut. “I’m sorry.” Again, I have to keep my lips together because he’s acting like a child who got his toy taken away just because I won’t fuck him at my place of work. “We could pretend, though?”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You’ll wear your uniform?” His hazel eyes sparkle as they rake down my body.
“Sure.”
Holding eye contact, he reaches his hand down to the other side of his seat. There’s a slight buzz as he inches backward, away from the steering wheel.
“Now?”
“Mm-hmm,” he hums, a devilish little smile pulling at his lips.
“Here?” I look around the street. There’s not a single streetlight lit or passing car. And I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of game.
“The thought of you riding me while wearing your flight attendant uniform in my G-Wagon is making me painfully hard, Vee.”
My eyes wander to his crotch, and like always, he’s telling the truth.
Without another moment of hesitation, I climb over the center console of his car, straddling his lap. I keep most my weight off him, holding myself up on my knees.
He catches on right away, and without saying anything, he pushes me down, forcing me to sit.
A deep red leather that looks like it costs more than my year’s salary covers the interior of his car, and if I were him, I’d be worried about ruining it. But Zanders doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.
My skirt rides up and bunches around my waist as his hands grip my thighs, fingertips trailing upward, tingling my skin.
“I’m so into you. It’s ridiculous,” Zanders breathes out.
Leaning forward, I cup his cheeks, bringing his lips to mine. “That makes two of us.”
“I’m serious, Vee. You don’t get how perfect you are to me.”
My face flames, so I hide my head in the crook of his neck, my arms draping over his shoulders and subsequently the headrest of his seat.
Zanders presses lingering kisses to my freckles, working his way across my jaw. As his lips find my ear, he bites and tugs, causing my hips to grind down against him.
The soft whimper that escapes me coaxes him to continue.
He nibbles, licks, and sucks his way down the column of my throat until the satin scarf tied around my neck that I have to wear as part of my uniform stops him. His hands slide up my back, keeping me pressed to him as he uses his teeth to unknot the fabric around my neck.
As his tongue finds mine again, I grind harder, needing friction, and taking control.
A deep guttural growl leaves him as his palms find my arms, sliding down and guiding my hands around the headrest behind him. As I concentrate on easing the ache between my legs, Zanders takes my satin scarf and secures my hands, tying me up.
I pull my lips away from his, my eyes filled with confusion but a whole lot of excitement as I try to pull my elbows in but can’t.
“Sometimes I let you think you’re in control, but not this time.”
The heat radiating off this man is palpable, so I shyly nod in agreement, really playing up the whole innocent thing.
Keeping his eyes glued on mine, his hand slips between my legs, touching me over my uniform pantyhose.
“You’re soaking wet, Stevie girl.”
“Mm-hmm,” I whimper, grinding my hips down on his hand, needing him to touch me.
“You know, when I picked up your bag earlier, something was buzzing inside.”
My eyes widen with embarrassment, knowing exactly what he heard. Let’s just say I don’t travel with an electric toothbrush.
He reaches into the back seat where our bags are. “And I found this.”
As I assumed, he pulls out what used to be my favorite travel companion, but now that I have my boyfriend on the road with me, I don’t use my purple vibrator quite as much.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”