I played along. “Owen, where are we going?”
I turned to look out the window and realized we were driving away from Chicago, heading northwest. Of course, there were many potential destinations in that direction, but I could think of only one that would be crazy enough for Owen to have picked.
We were heading for O’Hare International Airport.
I swallowed hard. I had been ready to go to a restaurant or a late showing of a movie, but flying somewhere? That was something else, and I wasn’t sure I was onboard with that.
But I was excited too. It would be the adventure I had always dreamed of – to be swept off my feet by a prince and fly to Europe or Asia, somewhere so far away that no problems at home could ever catch up to me. Somewhere I could take a break from bills and playing nurse. It had been so long.
“I’m not telling.”
“So, it’s a surprise?”
“As a matter of fact, it is a surprise. Where would you like to go?”
I considered it. I had been to France and some neighboring countries during my gap year in college, and they all looked about the same to me, beautiful old ruins. I would’ve liked to go somewhere warm, where we could spend our days on the beach or by the pool, eating fruits and drinking wine all day. Maybe we could rent a convertible and cruise along the coastline, the ones shown in TV commercials. People in those shows always looked happy. But that didn’t really matter. I knew I would go anywhere with him.
Which was crazy.
Instead of a reply, I asked, “Where would you like to go, Owen?”
He took no time to think. “Away. I want to just leave and never come back to this… life.”
“I wish I could do that. I have family to look after.”
“Of course,” he agreed. “You’ll have to introduce us sometime.”
“Sometime, I will.” Would I? What the hell would Declan say? “What’s stopping you? From leaving, I mean.”
“Work, mostly, but let’s not bring that up. If I can escape even for a few days, I’ll take it. And you’re off right? For summer?”
I wasn’t going to tell him about my crap job at the supermarket, that I was using to pay Declan’s bills. He would be okay for a few days, I needed a break.
I took out my phone and sent out several texts. One was to Julia, telling her that the date night went well, and I would be out of town for a few days. The other one was to my brother, with a similar message, minus the details. And the third one was to my job, calling in sick. Given how many extra hours I had worked, they wouldn’t mind too much. Last time I had checked, I was the most productive person at that place.
“Yes,” I said. “It’s all taken care of, but I don’t have clothes or anything.”
“Where we’re going, you won’t need them.” Warmth crept up my cheeks before he added. “Anything you can’t live without we’ll buy.”
Of course, he would buy it, he had just paid two hundred and fifty thousand dollars to whisk me away.
Would Declan have approved? Never. My younger brother had always been my defender. He wouldn’t let any man close to me until he had gotten to know them. But I was no longer a little girl, and we no longer had a plethora of options. Some compromises had to be made. The same way I had made the leap of faith by going to the auction, Declan would have to accept that I’d done it for him - if he ever found out.
And that was big if.
I was doing this for the family. Had already done it, for that matter. The money would start flowing into my account in equal amounts over the period a couple weeks, which would easily pay off Declan’s treatment bills.
We arrived at the airport after midnight, but the driver didn’t take us to any of the major airlines terminals. Instead, we bypassed them altogether, driving along the tall wire fence until we reached a security checkpoint.
I didn’t understand at first, but as Owen spoke to the officer, I got it. They were heading straight to Owen’s plane, which he kept in a private hangar at O’Hare. The officer had no further questions.
We arrived at the hangar and boarded a small private jet. It was a beautiful navy-blue color and white on the inside. I could hardly believe what was happening to me.
Owen sat down in a far seat and instructed a stewardess to leave us alone for the flight.
“What if we need something?”
“I only need you.”
As I felt the rumble of the plane beginning to take off, he pulled me onto his lap.
Chapter 10
Sydney
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I bought you, and unless you protest, I’d like to see what I paid for. All of it.” His eyes traveled up and down my body.
Oh. My. God. I
Sex wasn’t a must, it wasn’t supposed to be. But what if I wanted it to? Sex with a millionaire, practically a stranger. No strings attached. It made it that much more exciting.
“And if I do, protest that is.”
“We won’t take off, I’ll let you go home, end of arrangement.”
I looked into his steely blue eyes. Who was I kidding? I was in a private plane with a sexy millionaire going to some undisclosed location. And he was right, he paid for me. In a way that turned me on even more.
To hell with that. I needed a release, and Owen was the perfect kind.
“I don’t want this to end,” I admitted as I kicked off my shoes and stood.
My hands trailed down my body, the dress hugging every curve.
“So gorgeous.” He stood up unzippered my dress, slowly pulling it off of me. Then he turned me around, his fingertips playing on my skin.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this! But I didn’t care.
It just felt so good.
He stopped for a moment to take my whole body in, drinking in every line and curve of it, and I felt sexier than ever. I took my breast in one hand and stroked it slowly as I gauged his reaction.
“Jesus,” he gritted out and fisted his hands, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re such a tease.”
I lowered my other hand and pressed it against my swollen mound, moving my fingers all over my clit.
“Sydney.” He growled and pushed me onto a chair. “Touch yourself, baby. I want to see you come.”
“Owen...” I moaned, surprised and delighted with his request.
He removed all his clothes and sat in one of the chairs, his eyes following me closely. I came to the edge and separated my legs, massaging my pussy.
“Put your heels on the edge and separate your legs wider.”
I did what he’d told me to do, completely exposing my mound to him. I watched him as I rubbed my clit, building tension in me quickly, and moaned when the pleasure grew stronger. He was jerking his cock, his eyes glued to my pussy, and it was too sexy masturbating like this for him. My heart was thumping loud in my ears, and blood rushed through my veins when the pressure started approaching its bursting point.
“Put your fingers inside your tight pussy and fuck yourself.”
“Ah...”
I writhed on the oversized chair, quick to obey him. When I inserted two digits into my dripping wet passage, I convulsed hard around them, my walls embracing my fingers greedily. I was so hungry for this intrusion, increasing my speed as the juices gushed out of me.
He was jerking fast, our moans traveling through the air as one, and I was about to come so hard.
“I’m coming, Owen.”
He stood up and crossed the room in two strides, kneeling in between my legs. I came with a scream, and my juices overflew from me. He lowered his head just as I took my fingers out, convulsing hard when the intense pleasure swallowed me, and started collecting my juices with his tongue.
“Owen!” I cried out, feeling too sensitive, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he latched onto my pulsating flesh, licking it like he was starving. “Owen! No...” I tried to move his head away, but he grabbed my hands and pressed them against the chair, continuing to pleasure me.
Soon all discomfort turned into ecstasy, increasing with each flick of his tongue, and when he sucked my clit into his warm mouth, I was in heaven. I let him eat me out, burning from the new-found pleasure.
He was rough, bringing me to the edge with the quick work of his tongue and mouth. I soaked his whole face, my wetness constantly leaking out, and the pleasure became too much. It had been too long since I had sex like this. Though I couldn’t remember a time I had ever touched myself in front of someone else.
“Ah! Owen! I’ll come! Yes! Please, don’t stop!” I pressed my pussy against his face, grinding like crazy, and just several seconds separated me from a huge orgasm... “Just like that... Yes!”
I screamed and thrashed against the chair, my body filling with the most delicious pleasure that overcame all my senses.
“Damn. You’re so wet. So perfect.”
He grabbed a condom out of his wallet and put it on him, already back in between my legs. He grabbed my ass and pulled it closer to the edge, and I placed my feet on the carpet. He stroked my mound with the head of his engorged cock, and it was too good. I needed him inside of me.
He circled around my entrance, building another wave of tension in me, and finally plunged inside, burying himself deeply.
“Owen!”
I arched my back on the chair and squeezed my breasts, screaming in pure pleasure. He grabbed my waist and moved my body, setting the fast tempo from the start. He was drilling into me, creating the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt, and I was losing myself completely. I couldn’t stop screaming, feeling as if my limbs were turning into a mush and I couldn’t control them anymore.
“You feel great, Sydney. I can’t stop thinking about you. At the club you were driving me crazy,” he gritted out, his breathing labored.
His pounding became stronger, ripping my pussy apart, and I was going to come again any moment...
“Yes! Oh Owen, this feels amazing! Please, don’t stop...”
He brought my ass up, entering me at an angle that sent him even deeper into me, and my orgasm exploded in me, the pleasure drowning me.
“Damn. You’re so good. So good... I’m cumming, baby.”
He accelerated again, furiously pounding me until he abruptly stopped. A loud groan escaped his lips as he ejaculated, his cock twitching inside of me with each spurt of his sperm.
He fell on top of me, caging me with his arms, and kissed me. He was a great kisser, sending all my nerves on fire with just a kiss, and my heart swelled with some unusual emotion. I hugged him, keeping him close to me as we tried to catch our breaths.
Chapter 11
Owen
I offered Sydney my hand and helped her down out of the plane.
The landing strip we were standing on was located on a hill that overlooked a tropical island. The island was green, with tall palms and a white beach surrounding a good portion of it. There was a car waiting for us, a Mercedes coupe that was my favorite to drive while I was on the island. I waited for her reaction, but she just quietly looked over everything.
“What is this place?” she finally whispered.
“A little piece of heaven.”
“But…”
“I bought it a few years ago, this business needed an asset, so I chose this.” I had bought this island in the Pacific shortly after Lawson had left the firm and our business had recovered. It was terraformed and equipped with top of the line tech, so there were all the comfort and technology you could wish for, while it still being a fine getaway spot for a few days. It was peaceful and quiet, with very little wildlife. I hadn’t been here in at least a year, but other members of the firm came fairly often. Which was good, it was meant to be used.
I watched Sydney walk away from the plane and to the edge of the tarmac. She said, “I do love it.”
“Good. We can stay as long as you want.”
She didn’t reply, but I felt that preposition made her feel uncomfortable. Thinking it had something to do with the auction, I took her hand. “Hey, this isn’t about the money for me, do you understand? Sure this is a business arrangement of sorts, but I didn’t bring you here for that. I brought you here to get to know you better.”
And to run away, but she didn’t need to know that. The blackmail photo of the District Attorney was still burning a hole through my pocket. I had already sent it to Baxter, he would take care of it. One simple call and that whole issue would be dealt with.
“I’d like that, too, Owen.”
“Let’s go then.”
I led her to the car, and then doubled back to get some food from the plane. The stewardess handed me a picnic basket and a bottle of wine.
“Enjoy your stay, sir.”
When we were ready, I fired up the engine and took off, tires squealing on the tarmac.
I circled the plane in our vehicle and then drove off the landing strip, onto a nice road that took us around the island. I saw the beach and couldn’t wait to take Sydney there for a swim.
“Are we alone on this island?” I asked.
“Pretty much. Some staff fly in from California to take care of the place, make sure everything works. But I’ve grown used to it being just me.”
She took my hand. “I’ll keep you company for a few days.”
“Yes, you will.”
There wasn’t much else to show on the island, at least not from the road. There were some interesting caves deeper inland, and a small freshwater pond, but nothing too exciting. Or perhaps it was because I had studied every inch of the island, and it no longer excited me. Either way, I wanted to show Sydney every corner of it. But first, we needed to eat and shower.
Five minutes later I slowed down and left the paved road in favor of a dirt one, following a short road between trees on either side. It had a very southern feel to it; even though the trees were palms. We rounded a corner and my house stood in front of us. Technically it’s the company abode but I had designed it. White with huge pillars and a bright teal door made it feel light and summery, even in the winter.
I watched Sydney’s mouth make a beautiful little O.
“There is a system of solar panels on the roof and around the island, so the house is self-sustainable,” I explained, watching those fuck me eyes of hers grow wider. “There’s Wifi, a movie theater, you name it. A perfect weekend house.”
“I would say so,” Sydney agreed.
I pulled the car in front of the circular drive way and helped her out. Then we walked to the house. “Go ahead, it’s open,” I encouraged.
She opened the door, as I brought in the basket and wine. Inside, the house was cool and freshly cleaned, just how I liked it, which reminded to me to leave an extra tip for the staff.
“What was it that you do again?” she asked.
“I have a business consulting firm. Well, maybe around a hundred of them, all over the world. Maybe it’s two hundred already, I’ve lost track.”
“Not a bad thing, in this case.”
“Not at all.”
She walked around some more, and then joined me in the kitchen. I was cutting fruit.
She said, “You must be one hell of a business consultant.”
“Me? No, but I’m good at finding them.”
“I see.”
I noticed something was bothering her. “Are you okay? Having second thoughts?”
“A bit too late for that, but no. I’m fine.”
“You can talk to me. There is no one around here for a thousand-miles radius.”
But she didn’t reply. “I think I need to take a shower,” she said. “Real quick.”
“It’s up the stairs and to your left. There’s towels and all.” I didn’t want to push her. I realized this wasn’t a normal situation and decided it was better to let her get used to it, as she grew comfortable.
Hell I hadn’t ever bought a girl before either. I wasn’t sure what the protocol was, except for one thing, I couldn’t wait to get her into my bed.
She wa
ndered and away and I watched her hips sway. I remembered what they felt like, riding my cock in the plane. Damn. I needed her again.
I waited a few minutes before I decided to join her.
Upstairs, the door to the bathroom was left ajar, and I heard water running inside.
So she knew what she wanted too.
Good.
Because I was going to give it to her.
Hard.
Chapter 12
Sydney
I was standing in front of the mirror, still in my dress, waiting for him. He came up from behind me and unzipped the back. We just had sex in the plane, but I was ready for round two, I hoped he was too.
Apparently me being practically celibate for months, had made me hornier than ever.
I watched his eyes darken as he pulled down my dress. He turned me around and held my face in the palm of his hand, while his other hand slipped behind my back.
“You’re worth every penny.” He tasted my tongue, and I played with his, biting and licking his lips.
He had gotten rid of his blazer and was only wearing a shirt and a thin tie. I untied it slowly, teasing him, and dropped it to the floor. I began unbuttoning his shirt.
He kissed my chest, and unclasped my bra. Leaning down he kissed my neck, his tongue tickling my skin. I shivered, and felt my nipples harden against his chest.
He lifted me onto the bathroom countertop and kneeled before me. He kissed my thighs, and I trembled under his lips.
I whispered, “Take them off…”
He slipped a finger around the lace edge of my panties and pulled them down, teasing me as he went. Finally they fell to the floor and his tongue found my pussy.
“So sweet,” he murmured against my mound. I was taking in deep breaths, my fingers running through his hair, controlling him. His hands were around my thighs, squeezing gently. Then he slipped a finger inside. Then another. And then a third. He pumped me with his fingers while his tongue continued to lick and suck my clit again and again.
“Owen, oh my God, that feels so good!”
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