crotch. I lick my lips. “So,” I breathe, “I don’t have a choice? I have to sleep in your bed with you?”
Cade rubs. “That’s right. And another thing.”
“Hmm?” I press my head back into the seat and close my eyes as I thrust my pussy into Cade’s touch.
“I sleep naked.”
I moan.
“And you will to. Completely naked in my bed with me. Of course, I’ll have to know you’re safe. So our bodies will be touching the whole night.” His hand slides up, lifting my shirt, grazing my belly, before diving down again below my waistband, sliding into the underwear he bought me, sliding across my clit, and then stopping in my slickness. He teases his finger around my pussy, almost pressing in, then not.
“What else?” I moan.
“I might have to tie you up, so you don’t walk away in your sleep.”
I nod, eyes closed, focusing on the sensation of his finger going in and out, imaging being naked in bed with him, him teasing me with something else. Something larger.
His breath is on my neck, then his lips. He nibbles gently, and uses his other hand to grab my tit and massage it. He whispers into my ear, “I’m going to make you—”
Suddenly everything stops and he sits back.
I look at him, confused. “What—”
“People,” he says, pretending to dig through his bag.
I lift up in my seat to see over the tall seats, and see he’s right. Mother fucker.
I sit back down before I do something rash—like kill the coitus interrupters—and resign myself to waiting until we’re alone, locked away in Cade’s… house? apartment? mansion? I feel excitement at the possibilities. Whatever it is, waiting until we get there, where no stupid French girls or two dumb middle-aged men in cheap suits will interrupt us.
One of these men stops now beside our seat, and looks at me, then at the number above the seat.
“Are we in the wrong seats?” I ask.
I see Cade stop pretending from the corner of my eye.
“Maggie Saint Claire?”
“How do you—”
He takes out his wallet and holds it in front of me. I look and reflexively begin reading. John Smith Stone, of the— “US Marshals. You need to come with us.”
“She’s not going anywhere,” Cade growls.
“I’m sorry sir. Look, I know this is a weird situation. I’m just doing my job. Nothing against you. I follow you on twitter.” He smiles, pauses awkwardly, as if waiting for a response. He takes a breath. “If your attorneys want to take it up with my boss, or the airport”—he puts his hands up—”you’re welcome to do that. But right now, I have to remove her from the plane. And I’d rather not have to arrest her to do so.” He looks at me. “Please come with us, Miss.”
“Where?”
“Past security. What you do beyond that point is up to you. Just don’t try to come back inside without permission from the airport.”
Cade grabs his bag and stands up. “Fine. I’ll just fucking charter a private jet. Let’s see if they try to stop me from doing that.”
“That’s certainly an option,” Stone says.
“Not for all of us,” the other man says.
“Who’s he?” Cade asks.
“Oh, sorry, this is my, uh, partner? Marvin. He’s the other marshal on this flight.”
The other guy hits him. “You’re not supposed to tell anyone.” He looks at us. “And it’s Fuller, not Marvin.”
“You’re the one who wanted to come. Besides, I doubt Cade Dorn is going to let out the secret.” He looks to Cade. “Right?”
“Sure,” Cade says, and grabs me, pushing past the two men. “We’ll find our own way out.”
“Right,” I hear one of them call. “We’ll just, follow from a respectable distance.”
Cade glances back at them, then at me.
“What?” I ask.
“If they’re letting it look like we’re alone…” He stops.
The marshals stop, a respectable distance back.
“Are there media out there?”
“Uh, well…”
“Bitch!”
“Hey, it wasn’t me,” Marvin says.
“I’m so confused,” I
Cade rubs. “That’s right. And another thing.”
“Hmm?” I press my head back into the seat and close my eyes as I thrust my pussy into Cade’s touch.
“I sleep naked.”
I moan.
“And you will to. Completely naked in my bed with me. Of course, I’ll have to know you’re safe. So our bodies will be touching the whole night.” His hand slides up, lifting my shirt, grazing my belly, before diving down again below my waistband, sliding into the underwear he bought me, sliding across my clit, and then stopping in my slickness. He teases his finger around my pussy, almost pressing in, then not.
“What else?” I moan.
“I might have to tie you up, so you don’t walk away in your sleep.”
I nod, eyes closed, focusing on the sensation of his finger going in and out, imaging being naked in bed with him, him teasing me with something else. Something larger.
His breath is on my neck, then his lips. He nibbles gently, and uses his other hand to grab my tit and massage it. He whispers into my ear, “I’m going to make you—”
Suddenly everything stops and he sits back.
I look at him, confused. “What—”
“People,” he says, pretending to dig through his bag.
I lift up in my seat to see over the tall seats, and see he’s right. Mother fucker.
I sit back down before I do something rash—like kill the coitus interrupters—and resign myself to waiting until we’re alone, locked away in Cade’s… house? apartment? mansion? I feel excitement at the possibilities. Whatever it is, waiting until we get there, where no stupid French girls or two dumb middle-aged men in cheap suits will interrupt us.
One of these men stops now beside our seat, and looks at me, then at the number above the seat.
“Are we in the wrong seats?” I ask.
I see Cade stop pretending from the corner of my eye.
“Maggie Saint Claire?”
“How do you—”
He takes out his wallet and holds it in front of me. I look and reflexively begin reading. John Smith Stone, of the— “US Marshals. You need to come with us.”
“She’s not going anywhere,” Cade growls.
“I’m sorry sir. Look, I know this is a weird situation. I’m just doing my job. Nothing against you. I follow you on twitter.” He smiles, pauses awkwardly, as if waiting for a response. He takes a breath. “If your attorneys want to take it up with my boss, or the airport”—he puts his hands up—”you’re welcome to do that. But right now, I have to remove her from the plane. And I’d rather not have to arrest her to do so.” He looks at me. “Please come with us, Miss.”
“Where?”
“Past security. What you do beyond that point is up to you. Just don’t try to come back inside without permission from the airport.”
Cade grabs his bag and stands up. “Fine. I’ll just fucking charter a private jet. Let’s see if they try to stop me from doing that.”
“That’s certainly an option,” Stone says.
“Not for all of us,” the other man says.
“Who’s he?” Cade asks.
“Oh, sorry, this is my, uh, partner? Marvin. He’s the other marshal on this flight.”
The other guy hits him. “You’re not supposed to tell anyone.” He looks at us. “And it’s Fuller, not Marvin.”
“You’re the one who wanted to come. Besides, I doubt Cade Dorn is going to let out the secret.” He looks to Cade. “Right?”
“Sure,” Cade says, and grabs me, pushing past the two men. “We’ll find our own way out.”
“Right,” I hear one of them call. “We’ll just, follow from a respectable distance.”
Cade glances back at them, then at me.
“What?” I ask.
“If they’re letting it look like we’re alone…” He stops.
The marshals stop, a respectable distance back.
“Are there media out there?”
“Uh, well…”
“Bitch!”
“Hey, it wasn’t me,” Marvin says.
“I’m so confused,” I
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