Fair enough.
“Well, you boys must be starving. Dinner’s ready.” Mom led us into the dining room.
Chapter 5
Max
“Good afternoon, Mr. Knight. I was instructed to be here by 11:30 a.m.”
I almost dropped my mug of coffee in my private lounge at the airport. “Good afternoon. I was expecting you.”
Crystal leaned against the door. Her long legs looked tanner in the morning sunlight peering through. She wore a tight skirt that stopped above the knee and a button-up white blouse, dipping a bit low. The soft breeze tousled her blonde hair around her face, and I just stood there staring as I sipped my coffee.
Shit. Where were my manners?
“Would you like some coffee?” I took a mug out from the cabinet and placed it under the coffeemaker.
She approached closer. The scent of her flowery perfume put me in a dream world, surrounded by flowers and a naked Crystal.
Stop that.
“You make your own coffee?” She smiled, leaning one hip against the counter while she slowly pushed back her hair with one hand and exposed her neck.
Smooth. Flawless. How I would love to suck that part of her skin.
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I?” I took a sip, catching her eyes over the rim of my mug.
She gave me a coy smile, her long eyelashes slightly fluttering like wings on a butterfly. “I think it’s sexy when someone high up on the ladder does things for himself instead of relying on a secretary.”
The room suddenly felt too small and too hot.
“I have no coffee maker who waits for me at the airport. And I hired Mandy as an executive assistant. She isn’t my errand girl. I’m sure she didn’t apply for the position to make coffee and pick up dry cleaning.”
Crystal took out the mug when the light blinked. She took a sip and then slid her tongue along the rim while she locked eyes with me.
I imagined her tongue licking my dick and then those lips around it, sucking it hard until… Fuck. Get your mind out of the gutter.
“Anyway, shouldn’t we get going?” She looked at her Rolex watch.
I blinked out of my daze. “Yes, we should. After you.”
“Can I take this, or…?” She gestured at her mug.
“You can take it with you on the plane. I’m taking mine.”
I watched that fine ass shake to my private plane, ready for takeoff.
Chapter 6
Crystal
I really liked Max. Not only for his good looks but for his charisma. From office and tabloid gossip, I could tell he wasn’t the type to tell his woman what to do, but instead would inspire her to reach her goals. He knew how to treat a woman, but I wanted to know: Was he good in bed?
I felt Max’s eyes on me all the way up the stairs to the Knights’ private plane. I made sure to sway my hips a bit more for him as I tried not to fall or make a fool of myself.
The inside of the plane was more luxurious than I had imagined. Fine-grained leather seats, polished wood compartments, and granite counters for the bar. It was like a mini fancy hotel room.
“It’s a good thing I asked to fly with you.” I sat across from him and clasped my seat belt.
“Did you now?” A corner of his lips twitched.
“You have such a beautiful plane. It would be terrible if you didn’t share.” I crossed my legs so my heel slid close between his knees.
Max stole a glance at my legs, swallowed, and met my eyes. “I don’t share what’s mine with just anyone, Crystal. You probably already know that about me.”
The seriousness of his tone and the way he said my name sent an erotic sensation down to my toes. I leaned back, rubbing my legs, feeling way too hot.
The captain peered through the crack of the door. “Ready for takeoff, Mr. Knight, Ms. Blackwell?”
“Yes, we are, Peter.” Max spread his legs farther, his strong hands on his thighs.
“Yes.” I smiled.
“Everything all right?” Captain Peter asked.
“Yes. Thank you for asking,” Max answered.
“Great then.” He looked behind him and then back to us. “After we take off, Harry will serve you drinks. And when you’re ready, your lunch will be served. We have baked salmon, chicken chopped salad, and rice pilaf. Buckle up.” He smiled and then closed the door.
Max’s eyes roamed my body, though he tried not to show it. I could only guess what he was thinking at that moment. I wished instead of thinking, he would put his dirty thoughts into action.
Silence fell between us as the plane lifted off. I looked out the window, feeling Max’s eyes on me. He looked to be deep in thought. When the plane leveled, he spoke again.
“The chair reclines into a bed if you’re in the mood to take a nap. Also, you’re welcome to take a shower. You’ll find amenities such as a toothbrush, shampoo, bathrobe. Whatever you need.”
I dropped my jaw. “You have a shower?”
He snorted. “Yes, and I get that same expression every time I say it.”
“Really? How many clients, or perhaps women, have been on the plane with you?”
Max furrowed his brow and crossed one ankle over the other. “That’s not an appropriate question, Ms. Blackwell.”
I curved my lips wickedly. “I’m sorry. And here I’d thought we were getting to know each other better.”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “Very well. Since we’re not at the office, ask away. I’ll be honest with you.”
Max wasn’t a stupid man. He knew when a woman flirted. He probably already guessed I would spread my legs for him.
“Have you ever fucked on your plane?”
I thought he would fire me right then and there when he kept silent, but then his eyes crinkled at the corners.
“I’ve never been asked that question before. I have to say, you’re very bold. I could fire you for misconduct or, better yet, sexual harassment.”
“Oh, really? You wouldn’t dare, Mr. Knight, for I could do similar. But I won’t. I really like you. I think you’re an outstanding man. The kind of man I want to snatch up and maybe never let go. You’re attractive, honest, highly respected by the community and your peers. Everybody in the fashion industry knows who you are. You have no idea of your worth.”
Did I make him blush?
Max placed an elbow on the armrest, his fist under his chin. He surveyed me again without a word.
“No,” he said finally.
“Excuse me?” I straightened in my seat.
So did Max, looking more serious. “You asked me if I’ve ever fucked on my plane. The answer is no.”
“Really?” I angled my eyebrows, debating whether to accept his answer. “I don’t believe you.”
He chuckled lightly. “I wouldn’t lie about that. I would want to brag, don’t you think?”
“True.” I tapped my lips, thinking. I had come too far to back down. “Then perhaps I can be your first.”
He shifted in his seat.
I unbuckled and rose. Fixing my eyes to his, I slowly opened my blouse, one button at a time. Then I undid my strapless bra and threw it at him. I pushed my blouse back just enough to show him my breasts. His eyes widened and flicked toward the cockpit while he clutched my bra.
I unclasped my skirt and dropped it, leaving me completely naked except for my G-string. Since Max hadn’t moved, I massaged my breasts as I threw my head back. When he hadn’t stopped me, I knew I had him.
Max tensed his thighs, his chest rising and falling as fast as mine. He unbuckled his seat belt, got down on his knees, and planted his mouth on that perfect spot above my belly button while his hands grasped my ass.
I moaned as pleasurable, electric sensations wove through every fiber of my being. Then he trailed his tongue higher and higher until it traced a ring around one nipple. Then he moved to the next.
Oh. My. God.
I trembled when Max sucked harder. My insides begged for more.
“Max.” I pulled hi
m up and crushed my lips to his. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the ridges and valleys of this perfect man.
“Crystal.” He pulled back slightly, but his hands gripped my ass. “Sorry, but I have to do this. You’re temporarily fired.” Then he stood and lifted me up in a smooth motion.
I anchored my legs around his hips and kissed him fiercely. He tasted like honey and coffee. His heat and skill met my expectations, and more. I had dreamt of this moment, of being in his arms. He wanted me, and I wanted him. This could be the start of something special.
“You can be my first.” He took me to the restroom and locked the door.
Plenty of room. A gorgeous bathroom indeed.
Max placed me down on the beige granite counter and…
“Holy shit,” I gasped. He licked and flicked his tongue over my clitoris.
“Max.” I groaned and gripped his hair with my hands.
“You taste so fucking good. You’re made of sugar.”
“Then taste all of me,” I breathed, as air squeezed out of me too fast.
And he did.
Max kissed his way up my middle and gently fondled my breast as he nipped and sucked my nipples.
More. I wanted more.
“Harder,” I panted.
Not only did he listen, he inserted his finger inside me, gently moving in and out.
I wanted to combust. Desire exploded within me and pooled in every nerve ending of my body. As he continued, I yanked loose his tie and stripped off his pants and shirt until he only wore his boxers.
I wanted him butt naked and exposed. I wanted all of him.
“Take it off,” I growled, stroking the length of his cock outside the fabric.
He did, and then yanked my G-string to the side and entered me.
“Fuck, Crystal. You feel fucking amazing.” He pumped once, twice, three times, and then he pulled out.
I tugged him closer. “What are you doing? Don’t tease me anymore. I want you.”
Max raked a hand over his face. His face flushed. “I don’t have a condom.”
“No need to worry, love. I’m on the pill. Now…fuck me.” I spread my legs wider, pushing my knees apart.
Max rewarded me with a sexy grin and thrust inside me again, and again, rocking faster and faster, until I plunged over the edge.
My chest heaved as his hot breath brushed my face and then my mouth. Then he stopped and lifted me off and twisted me to face the door, with the mirror beside us. I planted my hands on the metal and welcomed the cool surface.
“I’m going to come on your back, and afterward we’re going to take a shower together. And as I wash you off, I’m going to fuck you again.”
“I’ve never been so happy to be fired.” I winked at him in the mirror.
I watched our bodies grinding, molding, moving to our own rhythm. There was something hot and sensual about watching Max’s dick move in and out of me. As he worked my nipples, he fucked the hell out of me.
Finally, Max squirted all over my back as if marking his territory. He was a wild, untamed animal, and I had unleashed him.
In the shower, he washed me as carefully as if I were made of glass. Then he fucked me raw to my bones.
Chapter 7
Max
We landed in South Korea late afternoon. The traffic was as horrific as in Los Angeles. I had been to this beautiful country before, but today it felt different, as if I were visiting for the first time.
Perhaps going as the new CEO made me feel vulnerable. I had a new title. More responsibility. People would ask me questions. I would have to have answers. No looking to my father for guidance. And I was the youngest among my working peers. My age didn’t sit well with many businessmen. I would just have to prove to them age didn’t matter.
When we got to the hotel, I’d thought Crystal would want to room with me and ditch the room arrangements already been made, but she decided she needed her own space. Which was fine. I’d only asked to be a gentleman. Even though we fucked in my plane, twice, she didn’t know me well.
Crystal and I agreed to rest up in our separate hotel rooms and meet up for dinner with our client. A good idea. Had she decided to stay with me, I didn’t think resting would be on our agenda.
After what had happened on my plane, things would never be the same between us. Either we stopped before it went further or we moved forward. I didn’t know what she thought, but as for me, I wanted to see her again and see how far we could take it.
A knock on my door startled me. But she was right on time.
“Good evening,” I said after I opened the door. Her long, skintight black dress had cut my breath short. I might have drooled a bit. The deep vee in the front of her dress showed the curves of her breasts more than I would like them to be seen in a professional meeting.
My mind reeled back to the plane, and I was touching and licking those full, round breasts.
“Good evening,” Crystal cooed in her seductive voice, the same tone from when she’d first run into me.
Her eyes roamed my frame with approval. My gut told me she had run into me on purpose. Whatever the reason, I didn’t care. I was glad she had.
“You look beautiful.” I planted a soft kiss between her breasts and then ran my tongue lower. I hadn’t planned to do that, but I wanted a taste of my dessert first.
Crystal moaned and shuddered. “You do something like that again, and we’re going to be late for dinner. Do you hear me, Mr. Knight?”
“Crystal clear.” I winked. A bit cliché, but it made her snort.
“You can do better than that, Mr. CEO. Are you ready? Or are you going to stand around all night?”
I blinked. “Sorry. But you did distract me. So, your fault. I’m ready.”
I placed my hand behind her back and guided her to the elevator. After I scanned my key card, the door opened. I used the key card again to take us to the top floor.
“I’m so glad they chose a restaurant in the hotel. So convenient,” Crystal said.
“They were accommodating our schedule. I let them know we had to leave tomorrow for Hong Kong.”
“Are you ready, Max?” Crystal turned to face the glass, overlooking the city lights. “Amazing. So peaceful.”
I stood next to her, gazing at the same view. “Breathtaking, I agree. And yes, I’m ready.”
“Just in case, I sent you an email. Items you should bring up during the meeting. Not that you have to take my suggestions.” She twisted at the waist and ran a hand down my chest. “You’re a big boy. You can handle yourself. Except maybe around me.”
Just as the elevator dinged, she slid her hand to the side and cupped me.
The things she did to me.
I smacked her ass when she stepped out. She yelped as her body jerked, then she spun back to me. “You’re going to pay for that. I spank back even harder.” She gave me a playful glare, promising me a torturous but mind-blowing night.
As soon as we entered, the hostess took us to a private room. With her hair in a tight bun, she wore a traditional Korean dress with a pink skirt, and a pretty flower design on a white background for the top.
“I would love to wear one,” Crystal whispered. “Gorgeous.”
“I know a place you can get one handmade.”
“If we have time. Our schedule is so packed.”
We passed down a hallway decorated with traditional Korean fans. Each fan had been hand-painted with a story, but I had no idea what they were about.
The CEO, the president, and vice-president of Korean Fashion Magazine stood to greet us when we entered a sleek, modern room.
“Mr. Park. Mr. Kim. And Mr. Cho.” I addressed them one by one and shook their hands. Afterward I introduced them to Crystal.
All eyes went straight to her cleavage and then to her face. I didn’t blame them. I had done the same. However, they gave her the same respect as they had given me and shook her hand.
Crystal surprised me by saying hello in Korean.
/> The men looked at her as if she had spoken a foreign language they didn’t understand at first, and then they all chuckled and smiled, welcoming her American-accented greeting.
“Please, have a seat,” Mr. Park said with a slight bow. After he settled into his chair, he closed the menu. “I took the liberty of ordering their finest. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, not at all,” I said. “Thank you. Besides, I’ve always depended on gracious hosts like you to guide me.”
“I hope you ordered bulgogi and japchae. Those are my favorite dishes.”
The men smiled and nodded their heads.
“Yes, we did, Ms. Blackwell. You’ve had them before?” Mr. Kim asked.
“Why, of course, Mr. Kim. I love Korean food. I believe Korean food is the best of all Asian cuisine.”
Clever, Crystal. Stroke his ego.
Mr. Kim nodded, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Your favorite. Very good. I think I like you.”
Crystal showed all her gleaming white teeth. “So, have you visited Los Angeles before?”
“No. But we plan to,” Mr. Cho answered.
“Good. When you come, we’ll have to take you to one of our finest restaurants. It’s called McDonald’s. Have you heard of it?”
The men let out a full belly laugh.
“She knows how to joke. I like your associate, Mr. Knight.” Mr. Park took a sip of his water after his chuckles subsided.
I freakin’ love her at the moment.
She knew how to play them. She was the expert fisher, hooking them and reeling them into her hands.
“Yes. She makes an excellent ambassador.”
And then some.
Something went up my leg. Crystal’s foot. She had taken one of her heels off.
So naughty. But I loved it. She was daring, bold, and she knew what she wanted.
The waitress came to serve us tea, set down small dishes of assorted food, and left.
“Please. Go ahead.” Mr. Kim tipped his head.
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