Ava

Like Elijah had warned, the flight from Seattle to Costa Rica was insanely long and exhausting. The only thing that made it tolerable was that Elijah’s private plane was more like a resort spa, and the flight alone could have been my entire vacation, for which I would have been thrilled. I had hoped for first-class when thinking about the long flight, but I hadn’t dreamed it would be more than that. We had the entire jet to ourselves aside from the friendly staff waiting on my and Elijah’s every whim.
“More champagne?” one of the two flight attendants asked, and Elijah nodded before I could answer. She handed us both another dazzling glass of booze from the silver tray. I raised it to my lips, relishing in the slight, stinging bubbles of the champagne.
“Thank you,” I said, and the woman, Marcy, nodded stiffly. I’d tried not to notice that Marcy kept throwing scathing glances in my direction for the flight duration, and it intensified every time I touched Elijah. When she finally excused herself for a break, I glanced at Elijah, narrowing my brows.
“Don’t make me ask,” I said. “Just tell.”
Elijah chuckled. “We had a brief thing,” he said. “A couple of years ago.”
“And you kept her on?” I asked. “Even though you broke things off, she still works for you?”
“Of course. Just because I slept around doesn’t mean she should lose her job for it,” said Elijah. “If that were the case, Ava, far fewer working-class women would be.” He winked to show he was kidding, but I stuck my tongue out at him, rolling my eyes.
“It’s less cute when you talk yourself up,” I teased him. “Keep that in mind.”
Elijah smiled, setting his champagne flute on the side table next to his seat. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he checked me out; his eyes scanned every part of my body, hungry for me like I was hungry for him. I desperately wanted to tease him until he couldn’t stand it, wrap my legs around his waist and feel him inside of me, filling me with a passionate desire that I never thought was possible between two human beings. I was still trying to figure out how on earth a man like Elijah could be so crazy about a girl like me. He was everything I could have asked for in a man and more.
Give yourself some credit, I scolded. He’s lucky to have you, too.
Hungry for him, I set my glass aside and got to my feet, arching my back in a cat-like stretch in front of him. Elijah watched this, his eyes darting to my midsection as the shirt I wore teased the area around my belly button.
“Careful,” Elijah growled. “I might just have to make you mine before everybody.”
“Mine or mind?” I teased, and Elijah shifted in his seat, muscles growing tense up and down his arms and chest.
“Mine and mind,” he whispered, his tone rough and gravely as he leaned forward, muscles retracting as though he wanted to grab ahold of me and fuck me silly. Between my legs, wetness grew, dampening my panties. I swallowed the lump of mild apprehension and jerked my chin up, throwing my shoulders back to show him that his silly little boss man act didn’t intimidate me.
Even though it did. In the best of ways.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” I said, stepping just out of reach as Elijah adjusted once more in his seat. “I certainly hope it lives up to expectations.”
I swayed my hips and ass as I turned on my heel and headed for the bathroom in the back of the jet. The second flight attendant, Oliver, flashed a smile at me as I passed him in the lounge area. Only Marcy paid me any mind, and it was merely to roll her eyes in my direction. Instead of returning the favor, I smiled at her. I had won him. She had not.
The plane’s bathroom was small but elegant, and I took a moment to freshen up, hoping that Elijah had taken the hint I’d dropped. I’d never been good with romantic relationships, so it was difficult to tell if I was doing any of it right. As I wiped a damp rag over my neck and glanced in the mirror, apprehension overtook me, and I felt insecure suddenly, wracked by the idea that maybe this was all ridiculous. I was only looking like an idiot instead of looking sexy. And as I turned to leave to head back to my seat, there was a light rap on the door. Before I could answer, Elijah opened it a crack and slipped through, his eyes devouring my body as he locked the door behind him and came towards me. The cozy washroom was big enough for three people, so there wasn’t much distance between us as I stepped back, bumping into the sink as Elijah pressed his hips against mine and drew me against him, hands sliding down my hips until they cupped my ass. Elijah lifted me straight off the ground and propped me onto the edge of the bathroom sink, drawing my skirt up over my knees. A low moan escaped the depths of my throat as Elijah ducked down, his lips tracing the sensitive, sizzling skin of my bare thighs.
“Will people hear?” I gasped as Elijah bit down gently on the inside of my thigh, forcing a strangled moan of desire from between my lips. He lifted his head and smiled at me, hands still between my legs.
“I guess that depends on how loud you are,” he murmured, his thumb inching inward, hidden now by my skirt. I bit my lip to keep from squealing and writhed under the muscles of his body, hands reaching to tangle in his air, urging him on. Elijah shifted, moving his head between my legs. A moan of pleasure burst from me as his tongue explored my insides, teasing every inch of the sensitive area between my legs. As he devoured me, one arm came up, sliding under my shirt to rub my nipple. I moaned, fingers tightening in his hair.
“Fuck,” Elijah breathed, pushing me towards the edge. “You taste amazing.”
My body tightened and flexed, back arching and hips rotating as a trickle of buzzing pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless with desire and yearning for more. As Elijah straightened up, I reached for him, taking hold of his hard length.
“Hold on,” I murmured, tightening my legs around his waist to draw him close. “We’re not finished here.”