Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Fine!” I say, and pretend to zip my mouth up, with a roll of my eyes.
Heath Mason, our glamourous client, rivals me in the goth stakes, which is no surprise since he plays a vampire for a living. His long hair is as black as mine, and his eyes are as pale a blue as mine are. He was born for Nighttime Whispers. They couldn’t have possibly cast anyone better for the show.
It’s only going to be a short flight before we land in Cannes and get to see him in person. We usually see him once a fortnight, on joint proposals, but it’s been four weeks this time, due to his filming schedule, and boy, do I know it. I’ve felt those extra two weeks more than I imagined, and so has Josh. He even suggested binge watching season one of Nighttime Whispers a few nights ago, which is unheard of. I’m normally the one who flicks straight to the show when it’s on.
I may be a fan of NW, but Josh is more of a fan of the man himself. If you could call it that. He’s been a client of Heath’s for years, and from the moment I saw them greet each other I knew there was a bond that runs far deeper than a fortnightly paycheck ever will.
That’s one of the things that makes the experiences between the three of us so powerful. No matter how many times we see Heath, the intensity blows my mind. I doubt that will ever change, either. You could never extinguish a flame that bright. Distance only makes it burn brighter.
I feel Josh’s foot tapping to a rhythm beside me.
“You alright?” I ask him. “Getting flight nerves?”
“It’s not nerves I’m feeling, it’s… excitement.”
“Yeah, I’m buzzing, too. Can’t wait to hit Cannes, and watch the clouds on the way, just woah. Perfect.”
Josh’s gorgeous green eyes dig into mine, and he squeezes my knee.
“I couldn’t give a shit about clouds. I’m talking excitement, excitement. Right now.”
I look at him blankly until he grins and jerks his head towards the toilet at the end of the aisle.
“Are you for real?” I ask. “We’ll be touching down in less than an hour, I’m sure you can wait a bit before you explode in your pants.”
He rolls his eyes, and I realise how loud my voice is. Damn. I’m losing my filter more and more each day. I blame Tiffany, Josh’s best friend, and the most hardcore entertainer at The Agency. She has a voice like a megaphone and a cackle that could shake the plane.
Josh leans in. “Yes, I’m sure I could wait a bit before I explode in my pants, but I don’t want to. I want to take advantage of the opportunity.”
“The opportunity? For what?” I whisper. “It’s not as though we haven’t plane fucked before.” I flutter my eyelashes. “Are my sandals driving you crazy or something?”
“No,” he says. “You are. And this is the last opportunity for me to get you all to myself before arrival. I’m not going to miss it.”
“Jeez,” I say, “is that a bit of possessiveness I hear? It gives me flutters to know how much a guy like you wants a girl like me.”
“Oh, I want you so bad right now,” he says, and the lust in his eyes sends my temperature soaring.
“And let me make it irresistible for you,” he says, “I noticed, when we were boarding, that this plane’s toilets have a window.”
“Yeah? Really?”
“Yes, really. It’ll be a tight fit, in more ways than one, but you can cloud gaze till your heart’s content while I fill you up from behind.”
“How sweet of you.”
My butterflies for Josh never die down, no matter how much time we spend together. I take a look at the bulge in his jeans as he rises from his seat, and have to clench my thighs, because suddenly I want him so bad.
It’s his voice, his eyes, his touch, his huge, pierced dick and the way he’s such a master at using it. It’s everything about the man.
“Three minutes,” he leans down to whisper. “I’ll be waiting.”
I never get tired of being naughty. I watch him as he walks away down the aisle, already pulsing with need for him.
My heart is racing once the three minutes are up and I head after him. I have a smile on my face, trying to stay calm and nonchalant as I step closer and closer towards my waiting boyfriend. The toilet to the right has engaged on it. I tap lightly on the door and it swings open. Josh pulls me inside and bolts it up again like it’s a Venus fly trap, and he’s straight on me, his hot lips on mine as he clamps my hand around his swollen cock, working it up and down. The barbells feel so good under his skin. All six of them. They make me clench up at the thought of them pushing inside me.