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  “I take that back. You’re like a three-year-old.” I chuckled. “Yes, normal. As in commercial. You have any idea what kind of attention we would attract arriving in something like this? We might as well advertise on the morning news.”

  The captain turned off the seat belt signs and the safety light went off just as a chime sounded. I smiled and unbuckled my seat belt. “Care to join me?” I extended my hand to her so she could join me on my side of the plane. Dinner would be served soon and I wanted it to be intimate. She didn’t know it yet, but this fancy-ass plane was more than transportation. It was our own private, high-tech, Zagat-rated bistro.

  Desiree paused a minute and then her face softened, as I knew it would. It was hard sometimes to figure out how to balance our relationship with our job, but she took my hand and moved over and sat opposite me. I swiveled her chair around to face mine. Before I put the table down between us, I pressed my lips into hers and inhaled her scent. Indescribable and irresistible all at the same time. A few stolen moments—or hours—like this made it all worthwhile. I was still unsure about working with Desiree. She’d had this effect on me since we’d met. I’d had the hardest time not telling her who I was back when I’d met her. I think I must have walked by her desk ten times a day, pushing my stupid mail cart, just to be closer to her. It wasn’t as if I’d had anything new. I was just trying to be in her space.

  Dinner on the plane was bound to be exquisite. I expected no less. Riding a luxe G6 to Asia meant the in-flight meal came from a Michelin three-star kind of place. I’d chosen a Spanish wine and it was right on the mark. Desiree took a sip and smiled, melting my heart more.

  I liked to think I was somewhat of a wine expert. “What do you think?” I asked her. “Everywhere I go, I try to learn something new. Time in Barcelona taught me about Spain’s contribution to world of wine.”

  “Is that so?”

  I nodded. “And I’m looking forward to whatever India might teach me, especially with you by my side.”

  Desiree sipped the wine, then smiled and licked her top lip.

  “You like?”

  She nodded. “I think I’m an Old World fan.”

  I raised my eyebrow. “You’re full of surprises.”

  “I know a little something about wine myself.”

  She was trying to play it as if she was calm, but the wine had tickled her taste buds as much as it had mine. Soon her pupils dilated. She was feeling the buzz.

  “I love your smile.” I reached up and ran my finger the length of her cheek. We’d been so busy training that things were kind of intense between us sometimes. I reached under the small table separating us and gently moved my fingers up and down the inside of her forearm. Her skin felt marvelous to me. Soft. “I’m glad you’re doing this with me—”

  “If I didn’t, we’d never get to see each other.”

  “True. But I worry about you. This is dangerous. Not to mention that, even though we do see each other, I have to treat you like a colleague, not like I want to.”

  “Really? How do you want to treat me?” A sly smile played across her lips.

  “I want to treat you like my lover. I want to feel your bare skin against mine.” My voice lowered and my breath was coming hard already. We’d barely touched each other.

  “You do that.”

  “Not as often as I would like. There aren’t enough chances—”

  Desiree leaned into me and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. My dick jumped to attention. The flight attendant interrupted us with our food. Sea bass. Fish on a plane had never been my idea of a good meal, but this was delicate as well as expertly prepared. Between bites, I stole kisses from Desiree, kissing her lightly on the cheek, her neck and her collarbone. We finished the main course and I held her hand, gazing into her eyes and doing the romantic shit that women love, and that I loved with this particular woman.

  Soon, the dinner plates were whisked away. The flight attendant had refilled our glasses so stealthily and so often that I wasn’t even sure she really existed or if she was some trick of the mind that kept the wine coming. Between sips, Desiree and I whispered softly about something I forgot as soon as it was said. The only thing I could think about was finally getting back between those magnificent thighs. I got lost in her soft eyes, periodically kissing her repeatedly on the “V” of her bottom lip.

  There was longing in her kiss when she kissed me back. My heart raced as if I was a sixteen-year-old necking in the back of that purple AMC Gremlin I had driven in high school. This was as good as it got.

  Desiree giggled in between kisses.

  “What’s funny?”

  “Not a damn thing. This wine is going to my head a bit.”

  “Good.”

  “Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Comfort?”

  A sly smile slipped out. “Absolutely,” was all I said. I was a grown-ass man, all giddy with my stomach full of butterflies and I didn’t give a damn. Desiree could wink me to erection, but I tried my best to stay restrained. I liked Desiree, a lot, and had fallen in love with her a long time ago. She didn’t need to know all that, though. Dudes would be trying to revoke my man card for admitting it. Reed certainly would. I wanted us both to work hard to keep this giddy, romantic feeling going, to feel the way you did in the beginning of a relationship when you were trying to impress each other and no one was too busy for sex or had a convenient headache. It was my goal to date forever, even if it was with the same person. Desiree.

  Desiree turned the wineglass up to her lips, draining the glass. I moved the table away and took the empty glass from her fingers, just as the ghost of a flight attendant brought in the dessert. The woman raised an eyebrow, but didn’t speak. She set the dessert to the side, discreetly refilled the wineglasses and left. The curtain that separated her workspace from the cabin made a whooshing sound as she yanked it closed behind her.

  The dessert was chocolate, Desiree’s favorite. The chef had outdone himself. I wanted to feed her the triple chocolate and jalapeño cake and have her lick it off my fingers. A gasp escaped Desiree’s lips as we reached for it as the same time. I knew my baby. Chocolate was one of her most favorite things in the world. I stopped her fork, slowly moving it through the luxurious and creamy dessert.

  “There are a million calories in here,” I said.

  Her pupils got wide as I paused, holding the fork in the air not far from her nose so she could take in all of the chocolate smell.

  “They don’t count above ten thousand feet. I want you to feed me that chocolate cake and fuck my brains out.”

  “At the same time?”

  “If that works for you.”

  I teased her as long as I dared, then slowly fed her the chocolate. It dripped down my finger and around my hand, and Desiree savored the rich, spicy taste. She took each bite from the fork, then lapped at my fingers, finally taking my index finger into her mouth up to the hilt. She closed her lips and slowly ran them the length of my finger as she removed the chocolate with her mouth.

  My mouth dropped open. “Damn, girl.” She had managed to make me breathless without ever touching anything but my finger.

  “Aren’t you going to have any?” she asked.

  I shook my head no. “I’m more in the mood for your butterscotch.”

  “You know that’s corny, right?”

  “I don’t care about that.” Once we got to our destination, it would be a while before I got to pay this kind of attention to her again, and I wanted to be sure to give her everything she deserved. Desiree giggled anyway and I offered her my wineglass to help her wash away some of the intensity of the dessert.

  She gladly accepted it. “You know you don’t have to get me drunk, right? I want what you’re offering as much as you want what I’ve got.” Desiree attempted a wink, but she had enough wine in her that it was more like a blink of both eyes. I tried not to smile.

  My cock was so hard it hurt. “I have no idea what you mean.” It didn’t matter tha
t she could see right through me. There was so much that I did to impress this woman on a daily basis and I didn’t try to hide it. I loved it when she said what she meant and abandoned beating around the bush. I understand that some men like it when their women play all coy and shit, but for me, directness was hella sexy. Desiree brought feelings to life in me that I never knew I could experience. I wanted to fuck her, but she had planted the seed and was not going to make me wait until she was good and ready.

  Finally, Desiree’s last sip of wine slid down her throat, then I led her to the long, broad couch that spanned most the left side of the cabin. I pulled her to me and put my nose in her hair. I wanted to take all of her in as I inhaled her scent. I pressed my lips to hers, enjoying the taste of chocolate and peppers, and the fire from the dessert ignited something inside me. At first, our kisses were soft and beautiful, but Desiree was as impatient as I was careful. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I pulled her body even closer against mine. As I ran my fingers through her hair, I held her face close, kissed her all over and inhaled her breath. I wanted to consume her.

  Careful not to totally ruin her shirt, I unbuttoned it and unsnapped her bra while we kissed. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. The wine and the altitude had me lightheaded, and before I knew it, we were both out of our clothes, totally unconcerned with anything that might be going on around us. I rested my hand on her waist, enjoying her curves, savoring her scent. I put my face in her neck, then licked her breasts lightly, trailing my tongue to the tip of her nipple. I paused there and she gasped, then I took her whole breast in my mouth.

  Desiree moaned and wrapped her thighs around me, squeezing me hard. I sighed. “You know how to fuck me like no one else.” She ground her hips into mine, pulling me closer with all her strength.

  We fell backward onto the white leather lining the walls of the plane. I flipped her over, practically fighting my way to the top, enjoying every inch of her body touching mine.

  Desiree half chuckled and half moaned as I slid a finger inside her now-soaking pussy. “You like that?”

  “I do. Fuck me with that finger.” She arched her back and I shivered. I pushed in a second finger while tickling her clit with my thumb. Her body relaxed. She had no choice but to lie back and enjoy the finger fuck.

  I pushed her body toward orgasm and sucked her neck as I fingered her. Her juices dripped down the back of my hand and her body quivered. The moistness of her cum in my hand made my dick swell again.

  She tried to push my hand away but I resisted. “It’s intense,” she said.

  “Just relax and take it. Let yourself enjoy it.”

  Desiree’s body quivered for what seemed like five minutes. I held her as she rocked in that after-orgasm space and I licked her gently, letting my tongue travel down her side, then stopped at her hip. I sucked her hard near her hipbone, leaving a small, dark love mark on her skin.

  I couldn’t wait any longer and moved to what I really wanted.

  “Wait,” she said. “It’s intense.” She tried to stop my head with her hands.

  “You know your pussy needs some tongue action.” I licked her button, then pushed in and out of her pussy. She tensed, then relaxed again, giving in to the feeling.

  “Oh yes. That’s good,” she moaned, then squealed as I licked her every fold, first up her right side, and then slowly and thoroughly down her left.

  She raised her hips to meet my every movement. Her pussy throbbed beneath my tongue. I wanted her to enjoy every minute, but she was conflicted.

  “Stop!” she whispered urgently. She grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head up.

  “Am I not doing it right?” I said.

  “No. No, it’s perfect.” She pushed me back forcefully with both hands in the middle of my chest. I pulled back and offered my hand to her to help her sit up. She slapped it away playfully and leapt as if she was in our hand-to-hand class. Desiree cupped my ass with her hands and took my dick into her mouth.

  I moaned. This was every man’s fantasy. A sexy woman on her knees, gladly giving her man a blowjob. She sucked briefly then stopped. Desiree knew what I liked and she gave it to me. Slowly, assuredly, she licked me from taint to tip. She ran her tongue underneath my penis, then along the sides and slowly across the top. Her warm tongue wet my cock completely. As she slid her tongue back and forth, my knees weakened and I struggled to remain standing.

  Desiree breathed words between each lick. “You. Like. That. Don’t. You?”

  I couldn’t speak. My words and my literacy left me. All that came out were grunts and gibberish. Desiree sucked me so hard, my vision was going white. I’d had all I could take. “I’m coming!” I grunted, pushing Desiree off me at the same time and plunging deep into her pussy.

  She wrapped her legs around me, holding me hostage. “I want it all.”

  I was helpless. We rocked together and she squeezed me, as wave after wave washed over me. We lay together for a bit and I caressed her hair. I didn’t want to release her. Finally, I composed myself and offered my hand to help her to her feet.

  I flipped Desiree over, making her lean on the chair.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I can’t get enough of you. I’m already getting hard again.” I needed to make the most of the time we had together. I ran my tongue up the center of her back as I steadied her on the chair. I gently probed between her legs, and she parted them for me, her moisture glistening on my fingertips.

  She bent forward. “Put it in. Fuck me, please.”

  “I love it when you beg.”

  “Please, Sam,” she said. “Fuck me now.”

  “You don’t have to ask twice.” I spanked her gently on the ass and pushed the small of her back down, raising her backside up.

  She moaned in anticipation, and I didn’t disappoint her. I pushed my now rock-hard cock deep inside her until our bodies met. Desiree moaned.

  I wrapped my arms around her body, bending so that my chest met her back. I rose up, holding on to her hips like handlebars on a Harley, pulling her ass into my pelvis, slowly at first, and then faster. She pushed her hips back to meet my thrusts. Our bodies slapped together as I filled her completely.

  I gave her the fucking she wanted and she received me, thoroughly. Sweat dripped off me and we moaned together as if we were at home in our bed instead of twenty thousand feet in the air.

  Chapter Five

  Desiree

  Narita Airport in Tokyo, Japan, was just like DFW, except the people were shorter and more orderly. I was used to being the only one of color or the one woman in a lot of places in the US, but as we walked through the airport, I truly felt like a minority, in more ways than one. Most of the travelers seemed to be men and most were more formally dressed than both Sam and I were. On top of that, I was a good six inches taller than most everyone around me, so it felt as if I was looking over the tops of their heads. I knew it was an illusion, but there seemed to be very little variation among the people. Confusion and interest mingled in my head. I hadn’t counted on being overwhelmed. I could adapt to most situations, but nothing so far in my training had prepared me for feeling so much like an outsider. I couldn’t tell if anyone was staring, but it felt as if they were anyway. Sam strode three paces ahead of me, not even looking back to see if I was okay. He was definitely in coworker mode. I sighed and watched the airport tiles as they moved under me. Even though, after the long flight, I was grungy and smelled like popcorn, I stood taller and held my head up as I made my way through the airport and customs.

  We passed an area where people stood quietly together, in the middle of the floor. I tried not to gawk like a tourist. We were almost past them when I realized they were all standing in the smoking area, indicated by a few lines drawn in a box on the floor. Like this would ever happen in the US. Although we lined up for things back home, we didn’t exactly box ourselves off. And just how were those lines on the floor supposed to keep the smoke from affecting everyone else?<
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  There were people everywhere and to me, they all looked as if they were wearing the same suit, even the women. Plain black, no stripes at all, with a white shirt. Plain black oxford-type shoes for the men, plain black with low and medium thick heels for the women. Plain was everywhere. Plain suits, plain faces. None of the women even seemed to have on any makeup, and all of them had the same haircut. A chin-length bob and bangs that covered their foreheads. I blinked real hard to try to shake off the image. I had to be imagining things. The jet lag was getting to me and I still had a bunch of hours left to fly.

  No one looked at us. It was strange. In any other crowded space, people might look at you at least accidentally, and back home in Austin, if you made eye contact, you at least nodded acknowledgement. I was mesmerized and in a daze, feeling as if I was swimming upstream through a river of polyester. My head snapped from thing to thing in the airport as I took it all in, hungry to see more. This was actually the first time I had been anywhere outside the US, except for just over the border in Mexico. Just going was an adventure. I wasn’t sure, but I got the sense that Sam had been some of everywhere. He was so secretive about his past that we had never discussed the details, but every now and then a bit would slip out. Despite that funny country accent he’d had when I met him, San was no country bumpkin, not like I was. From the minute I’d joined the agency, I felt as if the world had opened up to me, and as soon as Sam told me we were going to Tokyo, I’d been ready for some serious exploring on the way to our final destination. But it wasn’t to be on this trip.

  We stepped off the flight, fought our way down one hallway, were met by a trolley and immediately taken to another terminal to meet our flight to India. I didn’t even have time to protest or grab an airport souvenir.

  Sam didn’t even blink, and the stoic look on his face confirmed that it was back to business for him. Just a few hours ago, I’d been the sweetest thing on his dessert plate, but now, I seemed to be the farthest thing from his mind. When he switched like this, it made me sad, but I did appreciate the way he took advantage of every opportunity for us to be together, and when he was all “secret agent man”, well, that just turned me on as if I was a cat jonesing for some catnip. I’d keep trying to seduce him. The danger of it excited me, but so far, he was good at ignoring me.