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“But I don’t have my ID.”
The men in the front seat snickered—and I cleared my throat. Loudly. They instantly shut up. Calmly, I told her, “You don’t need it. We’re taking my plane.”
“Oh, right.” She grimaced. “Of course. That was a dumb thing for me to say.”
I picked up her hand, brought it to my mouth, and nipped her fingers with my teeth. “Nothing you say is ever dumb, angelo mio.”
Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth, head ducking slightly. “Where are we going?”
“That is a surprise.”
In return I received one of her rare, soft half-smiles and I suddenly felt fifty meters tall. This woman didn’t need someone to take care of her, but her genuine gratitude whenever I did was like a drug to my system. A rush of euphoria. And I wanted more. I squeezed her hand and rested it on my thigh as we continued.
When we arrived at the hangar, I helped her out of the car. I didn’t let go of her hand until we were climbing up the steps of my jet. The crew greeted her politely and all of my men settled in the back. I brought Maggie with me to the front, giving her the window seat.
“Wow, this is nice,” she murmured as she squirmed in the calf-leather seat. “I can’t believe you travel like this all the time.”
“There are a few perks to my job. This is one of them.”
Ten minutes later we were in the air. Maggie gripped my hand tightly during takeoff, her gaze glued at the tiny window. Every bump and dip caused her breath to stutter, but she didn’t seem frightened. More surprised from what I could tell. I expected a string of questions, but she didn’t start talking until we leveled off.
“This is my first flight,” she said, as if I didn’t already know.
“What do you think?”
“Weird, but it’s so beautiful. Peaceful. Like you’re a world away from everything else.” She flicked me a glance out of the corner of her eye. “You know I don’t care about your money, right?”
I felt my eyebrows dip. “Why would you say this to me?”
“I just want to make sure you know. I like you for you. Not because of this.” She waved her hand to indicate the private plane. Then she faced the window again.
“I like you for you.”
Maybe Paloma was right. Maybe Simona was a lifetime ago and I should let those old wounds go. Maggie didn’t deserve to be measured by the same stick.
I was still processing all this when the attendant appeared with champagne. “Here you are, Mr. D’Agostino, Miss Fiorentino.” She handed us each a glass. “May I bring you anything else?”
“Thank you, Maria,” I said. “This is all for now.”
Once we were alone again, Maggie leaned over and touched her flute to mine. “Have you had sex on this plane?”
“Why? Are you offering?”
“Be serious, Vito. I want to know.”
“I use this plane for work, bella.”
“Yes, but I imagine you’ve had women on here before.”
“I haven’t.”
Her eyes studied my face as if looking for a crack in my story. “I’m the first?”
“You’re the first.”
Setting down her drink, she grabbed my sweater and moved in close for a long kiss. Her nails scraped along my scalp and a shiver rolled down my spine. I had a lot planned tonight, and waiting to fuck her was going to be torture. Maybe visiting the lavatory together wasn’t such a bad idea . . .
I unbuckled her seat belt and scooped her onto my lap. She didn’t protest, just kept kissing me with those luscious lips and slick tongue. I let her lead for once, basking in her attention and affection, the way she curled into my body, her fingers clutching my hair. The feel of her ass shifting restlessly on my semi-hardcock. I loved arguing with her, seeing her fire and spirit, but these moments, where she was sweet and submissive, were what I jacked off to. Her soft sighs, the whispered sound of my name. I wanted her toneedme, to crave me like I craved her. To be willing to crawl and beg for me, to do anything I asked of her.