Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
I’d had the forethought to grab a condom, which meant we both had to be damn careful until I put it on. I didn’t take her bare, though I’d been fucking tempted. I did use the underside of my cock, dragging it along her hot and wet slit, using our bodies to mutually get off. Maci let out a scream of my name so deep and so loud I had to attach my lips to hers in order for security not to be called. I ripped the package open with my teeth, her hands helping guide the latex on my cock, and then took her with her back against the wall. Then, right when I was about to lose all control, Maci told me to put her down. She dropped to her knees, I ripped the condom off, and she engulfed the head of my cock and worked me so hard, I had to use the wall to hold myself up. I gave her fair warning that I was close, and she backed away. Maci still didn’t stop; her hand wrapped around my length, and she stroked me until I came all over her, mouth, chin, tits, and stomach.
My cock lengthens beneath my pants, breaking me out of my reverie. The last thing I need is a hard-on in front of potential repeat clients. Except I could have sworn the woman I laid eyes on a minute ago was none other than Maci, and doesn’t that show you what kind of delusional land I’m living in. I shake my head, getting the thoughts and memories of her out of my head in order to fly a million-dollar jet without my mind being a pile of fucking mush.
7
MACI
“I think you should pinch me,” I whisper to Samuel once we’re in our seats. He reaches over and, using his thumb and pointer finger, does exactly what I suggested.
“Ouch.” A prick to my skin shocks me.
“Don’t act like a baby. You told me to do it. Now, what is so unbelievable that you needed me to squeeze your precious skin?” Samuel asks before going on to say, “And beautiful porcelain glass complexion that women and men around the world would absolutely kill for. Yes, I’m a part of the group, too.” He sits back and crosses his ankles because, as he says, no one wants varicose veins, especially him. Whereas my legs are always crossed, and he has no problem tsking at me when he sees it.
“Um, I don’t know. How about that I have an amazing best friend who just so happened to help me land back on my feet when I thought I’d have to work forever just to pay off the bare minimum due monthly on my never-ending credit cards? Plus, on the days I’m not working at the airline, I’d be a third wheel to my parents’ marriage.” That inclusion thing they’ve done since the day I landed back in Florida has been on another level. I love my parents, but I’m okay to stay at home and not attend every event they’re invited to, where their friends will ask the intrusive questions nobody wants to hear.
Are you married?
How’s your job going?
When are you settling down?
Do you think you’ll want children one day?
Nobody wants to go through that. I repeat, nobody wants to go through that, especially when their career tanked. Marriage is out of the question when the only male you have in your life is your new gay best friend. As for the rest, I mean, sure, I’d love to have children one day, but you kind of need a man to get pregnant naturally, since artificial insemination is a bill I can’t afford. Needless to say, I can sit out every luncheon, dinner, and backyard party for the foreseeable future.
“Honey, you deserve nothing but the best. I’m going to make you see that since you’re not there yet. We’ll get you there, though.” He pats my arm where he pinched me. The ouch was instinctive. There’s no mark, and I can hardly feel it now.
“Well, thank you all the same. Is it always like this on the private charters? I feel like we barely did anything.” Compared to the last two days, this has been a breeze, whereas at the airline, we’re always on our feet, ready and waiting to perform the next task or help the next passenger. Which, by the way, I managed to mess up yesterday. While Samuel used the intercom to describe what to do in case of emergency, I was showing where everything was and how to use it. Whelp, I pointed in the opposite direction and almost put the oxygen mask upside down. Apparently, there are still a few kinks I need to work on before doing that again.
“It’s not too bad, and for the most part, a lot of passengers don’t necessarily need anything. It’s more of a precaution in case they do. And because this is a luxury jet, the company wants to cater to them. Meaning they can charge them extra and pay us more.” It makes total sense, except two flight attendants seem like a little much, unless they have more than three passengers and they’re super needy. It doesn’t fit the description for this group, minus the way a certain male politician keeps looking my way. He specifically asked for me to refill his glass of brandy. His gaze lingered a little too long and made me feel some sort of way. Samuel kept a watchful eye on me the entire time, being the saint he is.