by Lexy Timms
“Good. That’s comforting to hear. I want you to call me once you get on the plane, okay?”
“Will do,” Kallie said. “And Eris?”
“Yep?”
“Thank you for being the best friend I could’ve ever asked for. Thank you for always being on my side, no matter what. Thank you for being my champion.”
“Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Bring me back something, okay? I’ll never fly to Bali, so bring a piece of it back to me.”
“I’ll bring lots of pieces back,” Kallie said with a smile.
Chapter 15
Ash
Ash waited at the bottom of the steps that led into his private jet. He prayed Kallie would show up. He hadn’t spoken to her since their encounter in her office the other day and part of him was worried she wouldn’t show. He wasn’t entirely confident he had convinced her to come along. The way she had agreed felt more like a convict agreeing to give up their yard time more than it felt like a woman who wanted to come along on a trip. Even though he’d painted it as good for her business. Even though he’d framed it as the job she had to do for him. The job she was hired to do. But he hadn’t been lying about any of that. This would be good for her business. This was part of her job.
If he wasn’t able to sweep her off her feet.
If Kallie stayed with him in Bali, then she wouldn't need the testimonial. She wouldn’t have to help him get his life back in order. Because the only thing he needed was her. The only thing he needed to help piece his life back together was Kallie. He could buy any place anywhere and be happy with it so long as she was at his side.
But he didn’t dare tell her that.
He looked at his watch. Five minutes until eight. He tapped his foot and popped his knuckles, trying to rid his body of the nervous energy. He watched the clock. Three minutes until eight. Kallie was always on time, but for the moment, Ash begged her to be early. Even by just a minute.
One minute to eight.
Ash’s eyes darted around in the darkness hanging over New York City. He leaned against the steps of his jet, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. His mind swirled. Prayers left his lips in whispered sentiments. He could do the rest if she showed up. He could give her everything she could ever want in him as a man if she showed up. All she had to do was show up.
One minute past eight.
His stomach dropped to his toes.
Was she not going to show? Was she standing him up? He pushed himself off the stairs and began pacing in front of the airplane. He’d hired a pilot to fly them so he could enjoy the flight with her next to him. So they could converse and eat and drink together while watching the clouds roll by. He had a bed prepared for them if things escalated. A plush bed at the back of the plane with plenty enough room for the two of them. He closed his eyes and imagined it. Imagined sleeping all the way to Bali with her naked body pressed against his.
Five minutes after eight.
Ash felt like he wanted to puke.
Before he could, however, a flash of lights wafted over the side of his private jet. He whipped his eyes up and saw a black town car coming around the corner. He recognized that car. It was the car he’d sent to fetch Kallie from her apartment. His heart leaped in his chest and a massive smile crossed his cheeks. A firm leg slid from the car before Kallie appeared, then the trunk popped behind her. He walked up to her with his hands in his pockets, trying to conceal the nail beds he’d been picking at for the past hour.
“Let me get your things,” he said.
He watched Kallie’s eyes sweep over the decadent jet. This plane was his. Not his father’s. He had a very specific taste that differed greatly from what his father considered luxurious, so it had been one of the first toys he’d procured for himself. It was the jet he took with him no matter where he went. Except for the island.
His father kept his own toys on the island.
“This doesn’t look like the one from St. Barts,” Kallie said.
“That's because it isn’t. That plane was my father’s. This one is mine.”
“I should’ve known you would’ve had your own toys,” she said with a giggle.
Ash watched as she slowly walked toward the plane. Her luggage was light. A stark contrast to any other woman he would’ve taken anywhere. It was yet another difference between her and them. Another difference that punched him in the gut for the mistake he’d made with her. He followed behind her, fearful she would come to her senses and turn to run. He watched her eyes sweep over the plane before they began to board. But the second she took a look inside, she stopped.
“Is something wrong?” Ash asked.
Then, he saw it. Her nervous tick.
Kallie’s hands began to tremble.
“Wow. This plane is ... um...”
“Too much?” Ash asked.
“I mean, if you like it. I just, it’s not necessary for us to fly on it. I can buy myself a coach ticket. Or us tickets. Both of us tickets. In economy.”
Ash’s heart sank. The opulence of his plane made her nervous. Just like the yacht had made her nervous. That should’ve been all the proof he needed right there. All the proof that she’d never been a gold digger in the first place. Ash caught her nervous stare and guilt pooled in his chest. He knew part of her reaction was what he’d done to her. How he’d turned his back on her. What he’d accused her of being.
“No,” he said. “And I want you to make yourself comfortable. Okay?”
“Are you sure? Because we can—”
“I’m sure,” he said as he took her hand. “I’m very sure, Kallie.”
She looked down at their connection before Ash felt her hand slip away. He watched her walk into the cabin and make herself comfortable while he worked to stow away her luggage. Kallie was nothing like how her ex had tried to paint her. That much he could see now. And he knew he had a hand in making her as nervous as she was. He hoped he wasn’t too late. He hoped that the care brewing between them had not been extinguished yet.
He hoped he could reverse the damage he’d done to their relationship.
“Okay, so I did some research on Bali,” Kallie said as she reached for her purse.
“Research?” Ash asked.
“Yes. I printed out some brochures as well that multiple places had online for research purposes.”
“Brochures.”
“Yep.”
Ash watched her pull a bunch of brochures rubber-banded together. She buckled herself into her seat as the plane began to take off, and she fanned them out in his lap. Housing options. Luxurious restaurants. Marketplaces. Sunset views. Tax benefits of citizenship. Visa and immigration guidelines.
Everything Ash would need to know when it came to settling in Bali.
“I looked a bit into those over-the-ocean bungalows, and most of them are owned by resorts. But, there are a few options that are already built, and even more land options for you to purchase so you can build whatever you want. So I went ahead and looked into contracting companies in and around the area that can help you achieve what you want,” Kallie said.
Ash watched her pull out even more brochures as the plane leveled out into the air.
“You really did your research,” he said.
“I did. If you’re serious about Bali, it comes with a lot of perks. But it’s also going to take some work. The visa and immigration laws are lax in some areas, but not in others. There are many stories of people taking the lazy route before getting in front of someone and being told they didn’t do enough. If your citizenship status is denied, you have to wait another year before you can try again, and that comes with an entirely new set of issues regarding taxes and the building status of your bungalow.”
Kallie kept going on and on about what she’d read, but Ash couldn't concentrate. His beautiful beloved was seated in front of him, with nothing but a table between their bodies. He slid his foot underneath the table and rested it against hers, drawing her attention toward his gaze.
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“Yes?”
“Are you listening?”
“I always listen when your voice is involved,” he said.
“Then tell me what I just said.”
“You said that it’s hard for you to keep your eyes off me and that you wished you could lean over and kiss me.”
“I see you waste no time in trying to blow this professionalism out of the water,” she said.
“And yet you haven’t moved your foot.”
She quickly dragged it away from his underneath the table, but not before he reached for her hand. He felt her fingers brush against his before she leaned up in her seat, trying to put as much distance between them as she could.
“The research you’ve done is impressive,” he said as he ran his toe up her ankle.
“Do you want me to continue talking you through it, or do you want to read the brochures by yourself?” Kallie asked.
He felt her leg jump next to his, but she didn’t pull it away.
“I can read them on my own. Are you thirsty? Hungry? Horny?”
“Are you serious, Ash? Can you cut that out now?”
“Do you want me to?”
Kallie looked away from him and he watched her cheeks flush. That telltale sign that always gave her away. He unbuckled his seat belt and slid from his side of the table, then knelt down next to her. He looked up into her eyes as she quirked an eyebrow, curious as to what he was doing.
“Do I even want to ask?”
“I could show you if you don’t want to ask,” Ash said with a grin.
Kallie rolled her eyes and shook her head as he crept underneath the table. Ash heard her squealing, but he didn’t feel her trying to get away. If hard to get was what she wanted to play, then he would play into her hand. Give her whatever she wanted as long as she stayed. He crouched underneath the table and ran his hands up the inside of her legs, scooting her lovely dress up her thighs. He could smell her. Sense her. Feel the warmth pouring from her pussy. He pressed kisses against her lovely calves and felt her skin jump.
Then, a lovely sigh fell from her lips.
He kissed all the way up her thigh until his nose nuzzled into the clothed warmth of her pussy. He peeked up at her eyes and found her looking down at him with her dazzling green stare. He stopped. Watched her. Waited for her reaction.
“Ash,” she said breathlessly.
“Yes?”
“Don’t stop.”
He grinned at her words before he pulled her panties off to the side. She slouched into the plush leather seats of his private jet and spread her legs wildly. She propped one of them up on top of the table, opening her folds wide to him. He saw those juices dripping from her entrance. He saw how much she wanted him. He lapped at her, gathering her arousal on his tongue as her hand fell into the tendrils of his hair.
“I don’t know why you try to deny me,” he said into her pussy. “It’s so obvious you want it.”
“You hurt me, Ash,” she said with a whisper.
He paused, her taste melting on the tip of her tongue. He swallowed it down before he pressed kisses into her thighs. Hoping the love he had for her would transfer and burrow underneath her skin. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him. It was that she felt she couldn't have him in principle. Worry pooled in his stomach. He dragged his tongue up her thigh until he was buried within her pussy lips. If this was the last time he was going to have her, then he would make it their best. He didn’t want this trip to be hard for her. He wanted to woo her, but he didn’t want to force her to come back. She had to want that on her own. No amount of teasing or flirtatious advances would change that if she didn’t want to forgive him.
“I’m sorry,” Ash whispered into her clit. “I’m so sorry, Kallie.”
He wrapped his lips around it and flicked his tongue along its tip. He felt her body jump underneath his ministrations. He sat there, on his hands and knees for her, as she ground into his face. Dripped her juices down his chin. Filled the cabin of his jet with her. This would forever be her territory. Whether she accepted it or not. It would forever be marked by her and no other woman would ever hold a candle to what Kallie was to him. He buried his tongue deep into her pussy. Licked and sucked and flicked her clit at lightning speed. She moaned and wiggled. Tightened her fingers within the locks of his hair. He lapped up her slit, drinking every drop of her arousal down and letting none of it go to waste.
“Ash. Don’t stop. I need you to keep going. Please.”
Need.
The idea sent shivers down his spine.
His hands slid up her legs as he perched on his knees. He gripped her luscious hips and pulled them closer to his face. His cheeks burned. His jaw ached. His tongue moved as fast as it could as Kallie’s cries of pleasure filled the plane. He knew the pilot could hear. He knew the stewardess could hear. And if they were on the ground, he was sure the rest of the damn crew could’ve heard.
And he loved it.
He loved hearing her unfiltered sounds.
“Lick that pussy, please. Ash. Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m—!”
Ash’s heart lit with pride as she came against his lips. Never had she been so vocal, and it filled his chest with hope. Maybe she was finally letting herself go. Finally letting herself embrace the life she wanted. He held her to his lips. Swallowed down her essence until the inside of his stomach was coated in her. He lapped her slit. Sucked her pussy lips. Cleaned her up with his tongue as she slouched against the leather chair.
“Ash,” Kallie said with a sigh. “So good.”
But he wasn’t done with her.
Not yet.
Chapter 16
Kallie
Kallie felt her body being lifted from the airplane seat. She cradled herself against Ash’s lean chest as he walked the length of the plane with her. She knew she shouldn't keep giving into him. She knew how much she still hurt. She knew all of this was a mistake because the second her job was done, they’d have to say goodbye. Once she got him organized and settled in Bali. But it was too hard to say “no” to him. Every time he touched her, she felt electricity course through her veins. Every time he flirted with her, she felt beautiful. Every time he tossed work to the side and focused on her, it made her feel important.
All of the things she’d felt back on the island with him.
As Kallie felt herself being settled onto a bed, her mind began to swirl. Maybe this could be considered the beginning of their farewell tour. Their official goodbye to each other. That way, she couldn't be too hard on herself for surrendering to his seduction. To the hazel eyes that raked over her body. To the dexterous fingers that undressed her. To the chiseled body that pressed against her naked curves.
The princess within her wanted to fix things.
But the woman in her knew it wasn’t possible.
Ash’s kiss pulled her from her thoughts. Her legs parted for him and he slid his cock between her folds. She groaned. Arched into him. Felt her breasts pool in the divots of his lean form. He perched above her. Rocked into her. Set a motion fluid with the turbulence of the plane as they ripped through the sky. She clung to him. Rose her hips to meet his thrusts. She lost herself in the feel of him. The feeling of his cock growing thicker inside her body.
“Kallie. Fuck, Kallie. My Pretty Kallie.”
That small nickname rushed over her, drawing her into a different world. Sloppy kisses were placed everywhere on his body as her heels dug into the mattress. She pounded against him. Bucked wildly against his body as they moved up the bed. Her hair haloed upon a pillow and his eyes never left hers, holding her gaze as he slammed into her. Kallie moaned. Gasped. Whimpered as he captured her lips. Juices dripped down the crack of her ass and his hands set her skin on fire wherever they touched down.
“More,” she said with a whisper. “I need more of you, Ash.”
He fell to her and crashed their lips together. His legs frogged, parting hers even farther and making way for how his cock pulsed. He ground against her, his skin raking along the tip of her clit. Kallie gasped as her head pressed into the pillow, and soon Ash’s lips were around her engorged nipples.
She fell over the edge as he pumped shallowly into her. Her pussy pulled him deeper as his skin stroked her clit. He suckled upon her skin. Marked her breasts and her neck. His hands wrapped around her back and held her closely as he released within in. Such a familiar sensation. One Kallie knew she would miss. She lay there, panting on the bed, feeling Ash’s sweat coat the front of her body.
Then she wrapped her arms around him as his cock slid from her body, unable to resist how good it felt.
How good he felt.
Kallie felt him slip off to the side before he pulled her close. Their bodies were exposed to the cool air of the jet, but she didn’t care. His skin was hot. It shot a warmth through her she’d quickly come to associate with him. A warmth she couldn’t re-create no matter how hot her showers got. No matter how thick her blankets were. No matter how steaming her soup was.
There was no warmth like Ash. And his skin against hers felt too good to resist.
She fell asleep next to him, drifting off into a deep slumber. And when she woke up, the two of them were still in the air. Still flying. She looked over and found the bed next to her empty and her heart sank for a split second.
A split second that caused her to rethink her entire plan about Bali.
Did she really want him there?
Did she really want to wake up to him?
Slipping from the bed, Kallie picked up her clothes. She quickly put them on before finding her way into the bathroom. There was a toothbrush and some toothpaste as well as face wash sitting out for her. And she used them generously. She dried herself off and piled her hair high on her head to disguise the sex-mussed style she had been sporting initially. She drew in a deep breath, noting how the room reeked of their sexual scent.
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