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I tilt my head back to look at her. “Last time, you wanted me to sit somewhere else, so I figured I’d spare you the trouble.” I bite my cheek to keep from grinning when she sighs and comes around to sit next to me.
“Well, this time, I want to sit next to my husband, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” I lean in close so only she can hear. “Want to see the bedroom once we’re in the air?”
“There’s a bedroom?” she asks with a raised brow, turning to look behind us. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice when we were here before.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t been so busy working, you would have.” I wink.
Just then, the flight attendant stops by to hand us bottles of sparkling water.
“Thanks,” I say. “Once the plane takes off, we’d like complete privacy. I’ll let you know if we need anything later on.”
“Yes, of course.” She hurries to the front of the plane.
I take a casual sip while pulling a random book from my bag. Everly said she doesn’t get to read much, so I packed several romance books for her that Carol let me borrow. They’re all small-town romances with rugged lumberjacks, apparently.
I fully support Everly reading them as long as she doesn’t decide she needs a small-town lumberjack in her life. Considering we live in the heart of London, I think we’re safe from that scenario. Then again, I wonder if I have any flannel shirts at the back of my closet. I wouldn’t mind doing a little role-play if that’s something she’s into.
Everly glances at the book in my hands. “What’s that?”
“I brought along some novels I thought you might like.”
She narrows her eyes at me skeptically. “Lumberjack romances?”
“I have it on good authority they’re the best kind. If Carol likes them, they must be harmless.”
Everly laughs. “You might want to read one first before assuming anything.”
Now I’m curious as to what could possibly be in this book that has her so amused.
I open up to a random page and begin reading out loud.
“When I’ve caught my breath, I flip Cassie back to her hands and knees, taking hold of my shaft, and guiding it back insideher slick cunt. She tilts her head back to look at me, a low moan passing her lips at the first hard thrust.”
A quick glance at Everly, out of the corner of my eye, shows me she’s gripping the armrest, her mouth slightly parted and her attention unwavering. So, I keep going.
“My grip tightens on Cassie’s hips, and I pound into her mercilessly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air. She clenches tightly around me, crying out when I reach my hand around her front to pinch her clit, sending her careening off the edge of sanity. A guttural groan passes my lips as I come alongside her.”
Everly’s eyes fall shut, and her hold on the armrest is so tight her knuckles have turned white. She nibbles her bottom lip like she’s trying to suppress a moan.
“I ease Cassie down until she’s lying flat on her belly, and I lie on top of her with my softening cock still inside her. This is the third night in a row we’ve gone bareback, and the idea of her belly swollen with my kid has my dick growing firm again. ‘You’re such a good girl, Cass. My good girl,’ I praise, stroking her hair as I gear up for round three.”
By the time I’ve read seven straight chapters of smut, my cock is hard, straining against my pants. Everly’s eyes are now wide open, her gaze locked on me. Her legs are squeezed together, and she’s practically vibrating in her seat.
We’re going to have to read lumberjack erotica more often if it gets my wife this hot and bothered.
As soon as the pilot announces that it’s safe to move around the cabin after reaching cruising altitude, I throw down the book, unbuckle Everly’s seat belt, and usher her to the bedroom.
I gesture for her to step inside. “Ladies first.”
She blushes. “Thank you.”
Despite my past reputation, I’ve never brought another woman here. Joining the mile-high club never appealed to me, until now.
The room is a smaller version of a swanky hotel room decorated in shades of gray and white. The bed is positioned against the wall, concealing a bathroom on the other side. Everly spins around in a slow circle, taking it all in.
She saunters over to the bed, perching on the edge, and crooks a finger in my direction.