getting louder. I can’t keep this up unless…
He presses the heel of his other palm into my mouth as he places his lips on my ear. “That’s it, baby, come for me. I want to see you moan my name.”
Already my body is spasming, pleasure exploding through me as his fingers slap into me as hard and fast as ever.
“Greyson!” I shrill muffled into his palm as my orgasm crests and takes over, my whole body shaking.
And still he’s not finished. As he fingers me with a fury, it occurs to me that I’m dreaming, that this can’t be real, that it doesn’t matter, that with pleasure like this, the only thing that matters is…
His palm lifts and I wail, “Fuck yes, Greyson!” as I come.
The plane jolts and my eyes snap open.
“Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen,” the chirpy voice overhead says. “Just encountering some minor turbulence. We should be back to our smooth flight in a few minutes.”
I’m barely paying attention. The main thing is that I’m alone. Flushed and horny, but alone. The dream was just that—a dream.
Thank God. Although it was crazy hot, I’m not about to get finger-banged on some airplane when anybody could walk by at any time.
Hearing footsteps, my spine stiffens. But it’s just Horatio, the flight attendant. As I relax back into my seat, Greyson strides up. He looks like he’s slept as little as I have, with his adorably rumpled dark hair and dark under-eye circles, and yet he looks different from when I saw him last. Less frustrated, obviously, but there’s something else in his dark eyes. Excitement?
“Few more hours and we’re there,” he says. “You’re new, so if there’s anything you need clarified or don’t feel comfortable doing, tell me. Even if it means you have to go home and we need to find a new cinematographer, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, especially with the rainforest being as dangerous as it is. Those shots we gave everyone before the flight can’t protect us from everything.”
I eye him. Is this guy trying to let me go already?
“Got it,” I say. “But unless we’re eating pineapples for every meal, I should be fine.”
His serious expression cracks with the beginnings of a smile. “Least favorite food?”
I nod. “That and pickles.”
At this, his eyebrows fly up. “But pickles are—”
“Horrible?”
“Not at all.”
“Slimy and gross?”
“What pickles have you been having?”
I smile at him. “The only kind there are—the gross kind.”
“No, pickles are…” he trails off, probably just realizing that he’s arguing with his employee about pickles, of all things. “Also, I just got word that our plans have changed. The plane won’t be able to land as close to the camp as expected, so it’s going to be a bit of a hike there. And not an easy hike, either. You OK with that?”
“Definitely. I’ve always wanted to see the rainforest anyway.”
“Not like this, you haven’t.” Greyson’s face darkens. “There’s poisonous snakes, disease-ridden mosquitoes, and sometimes more rain than you can believe.”
He studies my face, but if he’s looking for fear, he isn’t going to find it.
“Look,” I say. “I’m no expert trekker, but I have done my fair share of hiking and I know enough not to pet the cute, furry monkey that may or may not have rabies. Anyway, like I said, this opportunity is too important to me to pass up because of some scary snake.”
“OK. Good.” He stands there for a minute, finally saying, “Sleep well.”
“You too.”
I’m only able to relax once he’s out of sight. Needless to say, it’s pretty awkward seeing your boss literally minutes after you’ve had a sexy dream about him. Especially when you prefer the dream him to the real him.
A sigh rolls out of my lips. “Dream on, sister.” Then I chuckle. That’s something Han always says.
Although in this case, it definitely suits. Greyson Storm is my boss, and quite a bit older. Men like him always have boring girlfriends/wives anyway, ones they are ridiculously devoted to. Then there’s the simple fact that I can’t afford to screw up this job, no matter how hot my boss is, or how, despite his guarded ways, his eyes rested on me a bit too long for someone who’s uninterested…
At any rate, any way you look at it, Har-Grey is not going to happen.
Chapter 3
Greyson
And here we are. Fucking finally.
Getting everyone the vaccines took way longer than expected. As did convincing Samantha that no, the vaccine would not give her and her future children and