air balloon blooms from a basket tied to the ground. “We’re doing that?”
“We’re doing that.” He watches me with amusement.
I stare back at him, grinning. “Look at you, all sweet and melty, like a mushy-gushy cookie.”
He grimaces. “Let’s not blow this out of proportion.”
I turn back to the balloon. “This is epic proportions, Trace. Huge gold stars for you, the kind that earn you blow jobs for days.”
“I just want you.” He grips my knee. “You for an eternity.”
“Done.”
When we exit the car, a middle-aged, tattooed woman with a pixie haircut strides across the field. “Mr. Savoy?”
“You must be Lori,” he says.
They shake hands, and he introduces me.
“I’ll be your pilot tonight.” She tips her head back, smiling skyward. “What a beautiful night to fly. The thermals are ideal. We should drift along at an even speed without any turbulence. There’s champagne in the basket. Feel free to board. We’ll depart in a minute.”
And that’s how I find myself floating into a happily-ever-after sunset with the gorgeous, swoonable man of my dreams.
Except that man is Trace, and beneath the illusion of sweet romance lurks sinful intent and depravity.
Two-thousand feet in the air, I grip the handrail of the five-person basket, lost in the glowing curvature of the earth and the warm gentle wind lifting my hair.
That’s the moment he attacks. My skirt goes up, and a forceful hand presses against my tailbone, immobilizing me against the interior wall of the basket. My gasp cuts off as he kicks my feet apart and drives a flesh-pounding palm against my exposed butt.
“Trace!” My lungs heave, and my backside catches fire. “Stop!”
He spanks me repeatedly, harder, faster, grunting with heavy breaths. I don’t know which cheeks are redder—my ass beneath his strikes or my face, because holy shit, we’re not alone in this basket. Lori is right behind us, piloting the burner.
I lift on my toes, fighting against the hand that pins me to the railing. But with every bone-jolting smack, my embarrassment begins to give way to heart-thudding anticipation.
The breathy noises coming from him isn’t exertion. He’s worked up. Three-weeks-without-sex worked up. All that control he exhibited on the way here is unraveling by the second, and when the tethers finally snap, his pent-up tension will be directed at me, on me, deep inside me two-thousand feet in the air.
Like a switch flipping inside me, the smarting pain crashes into a tendril of smoldering lava, seeping into my veins and liquefying my bones. I droop over the railing with my head hanging out of the basket.
The spanking stops. The hand on my back tightens, fisting the gathered material of my dress and yanking me back.
I look over my shoulder just as he lowers to his knees behind me and plunges his tongue between my legs. I get a half-second glimpse of Lori—with her back to us and bulky headphones on her ears—before blinding sparks of pleasure blot my vision.
The swirl of his tongue steals my breath and quivers my legs. I swallow without air, clawing at the wicker braiding of the basket and sinking against the pressure of his mouth.
God, he knows how to eat pussy. There’s no gentle lapping or prudent licks. He gets in there, burying his face, working his jaw, and fucking me deeply with his tongue. Then his fingers join in, stirring the rim of my opening and gathering moisture. He slides his touch an inch back, and another inch, breaching the pucker of my rear hole.
“Did he fuck you here?”
The deep rasp of his voice swivels my head, and I come face to face with searing blue eyes. Sweet mercy, he’s gorgeous, with his lips separated and swollen, the cords in his neck taut, and his bedroom eyes hooded with desire.
“Can she hear us?” I glance at the back of Lori’s head and return to him.
“No.” He bites the inside of my thigh. “We have ten minutes before she turns off the music.”
Given the shortness of his breaths and the sharpening intensity in his expression, we’ll only need a fraction of that time.
He presses his wet finger against my rectum. “Answer my question.”
“Yes.” My jaw flexes. “He fucked me there.” A lot.
His nostrils flare, and his finger sinks past the tight clamp of muscle, slowly at first, then fuck! He penetrates me with ruthless thrusts. His mouth lowers to my pussy, and all I can do is hold on as he sucks and laves and rips moans from my throat.
My eyes roll back in my head, and