Private Pilot

by Karen Deen

  Your beauty leaves me speechless

  But your sexiness makes me ravenous

  Tonight, I will feed

  Magic Man

  Another long day being held at a distance. She wonders why I can’t keep my hands or lips off her by the end of the day. She is my stability. My calm. She just doesn’t realize it.

  As I walk past her, nerd boy with his head in the laptop, her face looks up me. There they are, her eyes. The center of my universe. The planets have aligned again.

  I give her a flick of my head towards the bathroom and hope she gets the message.

  Taking my seat back in my chair, I feel like today has a buzz about it. I just can’t tell yet if it’s a good one or not. The flight into Boston is perfect and the landing nice and smooth. Watching Paige leave the plane, I can tell she has her work face on. That makes me happy. I’m proud of the strong woman she is. The more I get to know her behind the mask, I see how much she cares for every person who works in her company. When she’s pushing deals for the business, she wants to succeed for the company as a whole. No one else sees that, which is sad. All they see is the fearless CEO who is out there beating the best men at their own game.

  With Paige’s father’s health improved, we don’t need to be on standby the whole time we’re on the ground. We’re off duty for around four hours, so Aaron and Holly have headed into the city for a few hours. Holly will be shopping, and I know that will be the furthest thing from Aaron’s mind. For me, I’m staying close to the plane. Even though I don’t need to, I just feel better if I do.

  Instead I’m now awkwardly standing in the terminals Victoria Secret store, with women all around me looking at different pieces of lingerie. I’m the only man in the shop, so of course there are lots of little giggles between women, smiles as they think how sweet it is that I’m in here. Haven’t they worked out men only buy sexy lingerie because it’s for their benefit? I don’t need it for Paige to get my heart racing, but a little extra can make the night even more interesting for both of us.

  Trying to look without really looking is turning out to be a disaster. I must appear totally out of place, and I’m sure I’m not the only guy to come in here today. You can’t tell me that men traveling home to their wives or on a trip to girlfriends that they don’t pop in for a little surprise for the woman in their life.

  “You look like you may need a little help, sir.” I’m not sure if I feel relieved or apprehensive at the woman’s voice behind me. Turning, I find her standing behind me with a silly grin on her face. I decide to run with the comedy element.

  “That obvious?” We both laugh.

  “Relax, that’s what I’m here for. Now, let’s start with are we looking for silk or lace?”

  “Both.”

  “Okay, one piece, two pieces?”

  “Two.” This is easier than I thought.

  “Something sophisticated, sexy, or a whole lot naughty.” She speaks a little bit softer this time. This is the part where it gets awkward.

  “I want to say a whole lot naughty, but I think I better go with sexy.” The assistant starts laughing and puts her hand on my arm. She looks in her fifties and has obviously heard it all. “Why don’t we look at both and you can decide. You might like both.” She heads off into the shop and I’m guessing I need to follow.

  Looking over her shoulder, she asks, “What bra and panty size are we after?” There it is. The one question I haven’t even thought of. Feeling stupid, I’m a bit stuck for words. I want to hold up my hands and say breast size about this. If I don’t look stupid enough already, then that’s sure to do it.

  “Let me guess, no idea?” she teases.

  I shrug innocently. Then have the lightbulb moment. “Just give me five minutes.” Pulling my phone from my jacket pocket, I walk to the far end of the shop where there’s no one standing.

  “Please answer, please, universe.” The ringing tone keeps going in my ears.

  “Mason.” Thank god.

  “Tilly, I need your help,” I quickly spit out.

  “Hang on a minute, slow down, what’s wrong, and if you say I need to call off the girls’ night you are crazier than I gave you credit for.”

  “No, no, no, nothing like that. You have to promise to keep this to yourself. Not a word to Gray.”

  “Wait, hang on, now you have my attention. Okay, what’s wrong?”

  “No laughing, either. Never mind, I know you will anyway. I need to know what bra and panty size you think Paige might be.” I hold the phone from my ear while she laughs out loud. “Are you done yet? I’m kinda in a hurry. The lady needs to know.”

  “Sorry, sorry. Pulling it together. But first, can I just say as funny as this is, it’s so damn adorable. Good for you. Now, my guess is she would be around my size, a 32C and medium in panties. Hope that helps.”

  “I’m going to erase this conversation from my brain forever. Pretend you never heard from me. Got it?”

  “You’re too funny, Mas. Now pick something super sexy.”

  “Lalalalala not listening. Bye, Tilly, and thanks.” Hanging up, I feel like that conversation is going to come back to bite me later.

  Passing on the information to the sales lady, who is trying not to laugh, she starts pulling out things for me to look at. I want to take them all. Not sure I’ll be able to hide that on the plane too easily, though. Choosing one sexy piece for Paige and the naughty one for her to wear for me, I thank the sales lady for not laughing too much.

  The walk back to the plane gives me thinking time for my plan. I walk into the cabin and straight to her bedroom. Trying to choose which outfit will work, I stick with the sexy. Don’t want to scare her off too early. I plant my gift under her pillows and walk in to check she got my note. I wasn’t expecting to find one in return.

  For my Magic Man,

  Before you, there was no laugh

  Before you, there was no smile

  Before you, I didn’t look up to the sky

  You bring me fun

  You bring me happiness.

  You bring me the sun and the moon

  and the magic wand which brings me stars

  Your Tiger xo

  “Holy. Fucking. Shit!” I stand staring at the note. Every time I think I have her where I want her, she tops me.

  This love note is coming with me. Taking out my wallet, I slip it under my cards in the secret pocket. This paper is her giving me her heart. I intend to treasure it always.

  ~

  Knowing they’re in the car and on their way back to the plane, I put the first part of my plan into action.

  Mason: How was your meeting?

  Paige: A good one, productive. Feeling good about the outcome.

  Mason: I’m glad. Having a good day then?

  Paige: Yes, so far

  Mason: That note! Thank you, made my day.

  Paige: As did mine!

  Mason: Want to play?

  Paige: Play what?

  Mason: My game

  Paige: Tell me more, what’s it called.

  Mason: Tease me

  Paige: Should I be nervous?

  Mason: Anticipation is a better word

  Paige: Okay, let’s play.

  Paige: Remembering I’m at work and so are you

  Mason: Like I can forget. I hate not touching you

  Paige: Ditto

  Mason: Ready

  Paige: Mason you are killing me!

  Mason: Once you arrive, proceed to your bedroom. Under your pillow find the surprise.

  Paige: Now I’m intrigued.

  Mason: Message then for further instructions

  Paige: Mason!

  Mason: Remember the word was anticipation!

  Paige: More like frustrating!

  Mason: Frustrated will work too.

  Paige: I have a feeling you are up to no good

  Mason: That I can guarantee.

  Paige: See you in ten minutes!

  Mason: Can’t wait!

&nbs
p; This is working better than I planned. Who said we have to be serious at work all the time? We might not be able to touch, but that doesn’t mean we can’t feel each other’s presence. I can just imagine her in the car with the little douchebag Tyson. Trying to look all professional while the whole time she’s squirming in her seat wondering what the hell I’m up to. I’m sure she realizes it’s not something innocent if she’s being sent to the bedroom.

  Heading down the steps of the plane, I take my normal welcoming position. I’m struggling not to look like I’m the cat that ate the canary. Although that’s totally what I am. The car is pulling slowly to a stop. For the first time ever, Paige just opens her door, getting out and not waiting for the driver. Something’s not right. Fuck this.

  I meet her halfway. The look on her face tells me she’s pissed. It’s the same one that’s been directed at me once or twice already. The word baby is on the tip of my tongue, but I pull it back in quickly before she directs that anger at me.

  “Paige, what’s wrong?” She doesn’t stop, just marches past me and straight into the plane.

  My first thought is to grab Tyson from the car for whatever he’s done to upset her. But my need to be with her is stronger, and I can come back to deal with him. I follow her straight up the steps, into her room, and lock the door. Grabbing her from behind, I spin her then kiss her hard. Her body goes rigid and fights the kiss. It only lasts seconds before her body gives in and she falls into me. Her hands reach for my neck and pull me in tighter. Whatever she needs, I’ll give. Slowly softening, Paige starts to pull away.

  “Baby, what happened?” Still holding her close, I place one hand on her cheek. Her eyes look up to me. There’s still a raging fire but with buried sadness.

  “Franco messaged. He thinks he knows how it is all happening.” She’s whispering now.

  “How?” I demand

  “He won’t tell me over message. Said we need to be sitting down together to start from the beginning to see if I feel the same. He did say he suspects it’s someone close to me, but doesn’t want to accuse anyone without more proof. I’m fucking furious.” Her body tensing again, my thumb starts stroking her cheek trying to soothe her.

  “We will get them. Don’t let it get to you. That’s what they want. You are stronger than that.” Then the thing that always almost breaks a man: small tears pool in her eyes.

  “I’m tired of being the strong one.” There it is. Something I’ve seen from day one.

  “I know, baby, I see you, I’ve got you.” I take her in a soft, deep soul-touching kiss filled with passion, holding her tightly. “Let me take away the pain.”

  Her eyes open wide, a slight panic filling them. “Not here.” Although the hint in her voice tells me she wants it here.

  “No, Tiger, although you would like that, wouldn’t you? You would love me to fuck you hard right against this wall. Have you screaming my name so they can all hear you? Knowing their boss is getting fucked hard by her pilot.”

  Her head’s shaking no but the blush on her cheeks, the twinkle in her eyes, and the biting of her lip tells me differently.

  “We’re playing a game, remember? You are going to do exactly as I tell you. I’m the boss in the bedroom even though it’s on the plane. Now turn around and stand in front of your bed.” I can see her thoughts in turmoil, but she needs this. For me to take her out of her head. Her body slowly responds. Then, standing nice and close, I lean down, my lips almost touching her ear. In a deep whisper, while I’m running my hands up her thighs and bringing her skirt with them, I say, “I’m taking this G-string with me, and you aren’t going to make a sound while I do.” Her breathing hitches.

  “Then you are going to strip after I leave your room. Put on the present I left you under your pillow and then make yourself presentable again. Do not touch yourself. Remember your word, anticipation. Return to your seat and let me know you are ready for me to start. The engines of course, but the vibration will remind you of what you are waiting for. The whole flight you will only be able to think of me. What my fingers feel like, how I know what you are wearing, just for me. Imagine if it was just you and me on the plane. What I would be doing to you in the little outfit. Most of all, you will sit and anticipate what tonight will bring you. No changing, that outfit stays on your scorching skin until I take it off.” The faintest little moans and whimpers are now coming from her. The fine sheen of sweat on her skin and her breathing tell me she’s thinking of nothing else but me.

  “That’s it, Tiger, remember I’m in charge. I’m the boss, they just think it’s you.” Slowly crouching down behind her, I use my teeth to break the strings on her G-string. Pulling it off her as her legs weaken. Just for the last seal of the deal, I drag my finger up though her wet flesh, sending her body into shivers.

  Stepping back and leaving her tingling, I tap her bare ass lightly.

  “Dressed just like I told you, now. You have five minutes before we fly. Don’t make me wait. I hate to be late.” With that, I step back, turning and leaving her in the room, ensuring no one sees anything as I open and close the door. Remaining just outside the door, I hear her groan and then there’s movement. Meanwhile, I’m taking a few seconds to calm my rock-hard cock, who’s groaning just as much at being left aching for the whole flight home. It gets worse, because I don’t get to fulfil that pleasure until late tonight. Fuck, this is going to be a long afternoon.

  Sucking my finger clean and placing her G-string in my pants pocket is not helping calm my cock. I know I’m running out of time and I need to move. Taking my jacket off and draping over my arm, I walk into the cabin.

  Tyson is standing staring at me with a look of confusion but fierce anger.

  “Where’s Paige?” he barks. I swear, one day I will deck this guy.

  “Ms. Ellen is in her room just taking a minute. She’s feeling under the weather. She needed a moment on her own. Don’t worry, little boy. Like I told you, I look after her in any way she needs while on my plane. She’ll be out in a moment. Please be seated and tighten your seatbelt. We will be taxiing for takeoff any moment.”

  “You’re an asshole. You know I run her life. I know every single detail about her. How could you possibly be the best person to look after her? That’s my job. Stay the fuck away from her.”

  Breathing deeply and counting in my head, I don’t want to cause an incident, but he is asking for one. I remind myself that I can’t tip off any of the staff that there’s anything out of the ordinary happening. Getting to ten in my count, I slowly start to speak.

  “Firstly, I doubt anyone runs Paige’s life except her, or knows every little detail about her. Secondly, you will never be the person to look after her. That will require a strong man, which you are not. Third and lastly, don’t you ever speak to me that way again. I will do whatever I like regarding my relationship with Paige, and that is absolutely none of your fucking business. I suggest you do as I ask, sit down, shut up, belt up, before I kick your egotistical ass off my plane and leave you on the tarmac. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

  Shoving him hard into his seat as I pass, I hear Paige opening the bedroom door into the cabin. Looking over my shoulder as I’m about to enter the cockpit, I see her cheeks flushed, her lipstick all freshly applied. Her hair still neat as a pin. My heart rate returns to its normal speed—well, normal for whenever she’s around. Giving her the smallest wink, I proceed into the cockpit. Behind me, I hear Tyson demanding a stiff drink from Holly. I hope she spills it in his lap.

  Aaron is learning quickly how he needs to handle what’s going on between Paige and me.

  “Boss lady okay? Am I okay to radio the tower?”

  “She will be. Yep, let’s get moving. I need to get her home.”

  My phone vibrates.

  I take a last quick look before I switch to flight mode. Three simple words.

  Paige: I hate you xoxo

  Just how I want her. Frustrated and thinking of me. The rest we can tackle together
tomorrow. I don’t reply, leaving her hanging.

  Paige

  Why is it when someone tells you that you can’t do something, it’s all you can think about doing. Mason has my body screaming for his touch even when he isn’t here.

  I’m trying to decide what to wear to meet the girls, standing in my lingerie, or maybe I should call it Mason’s. It’s just perfect, and I can’t wait to see his face later tonight. Sexy, tiger-striped silk G-string. Black lace and tiger- striped silk, striped bra with a little gold heart between my breasts. I’ve worn plenty of high-class lingerie, but I’ve never felt as sexy and treasured as I do right now.

  I could wear just another variation of how I dress for work, but it’s time for a change. Feeling all hot and bothered, it has me looking for something that is going to tip Mason over the edge when he sees me. I’ve been told to meet the girls at the bar, and then we’ll end up back at Tilly’s to meet the boys. When I walk in with this little black dress, hugging every curve, nice and short, and these nice tall tiger-striped heels. Oh yeah, this is perfect. Probably lucky I’m not seeing him before I go out, because I’m certain I wouldn’t be leaving this room.