by King, Ann
“We’ll take a tour after we’ve been served our meals.”
“What?”
“I mean, unless you want to sit here for the next seven hours. It’s usually five hours trip time to Toronto but we’re taking a longer route.”
“Oh, no. I’m spent. I could use a good restful sleep.”
“Good,” he said and leaned back.
“Did you say, Toronto?”
“Yes, I have condos there on the lake Ontario. It’ll be private and quiet. Just what we need while we figure out our next step.”
“Right,” Hannah whispered.
The delicious aroma of dinner in the kitchen area meant they were about to have their inflight gourmet meal soon.
Holy shit! This is how the other half lives?
Chapter 3
The dinner was exquisite. They had roast lamb with mint and seasoned baked potatoes with a glass of red wine. The wine was so sweet it left Hannah licking her lips. She felt more relaxed than before now. She leaned back in the plush leather seat almost forgetting that she was 40,000 feet in the air.
Hannah reclined back and closed her eyes for a few minutes. When she opened her eyes, Andre was not in his seat.
“Andre?”
The drapes were closed behind her in the bedroom area and she unbuckled her seat belt to go into the room. She wasn’t sure if she should knock or just slowly pull the thick velvet curtain back and walk in. She decided it was stupid to knock on the wall by the curtain and called out his name again as she moved the curtain aside and walked right into a solid partition. The impact of the bump left her head spinning.
Shit!
“You okay?” Andre slid open the sliding doors and held onto Hannah.
That was embarrassing. Could this day get any worse?
“I’m…sorry, I didn’t know there was a door behind the curtains.”
“You didn’t think I’d have sound-proof doors to my private bedroom on my plane?” He grinned.
Hannah playfully rolled her eyes again and rubbed her nose hoping a bump wouldn’t surface any time soon. Okay, so she was a little clumsy today. She didn’t see the doors when they were pulled back obviously, so she didn’t know they existed. It wasn’t as if she flew like a trillionaire oil tycoon or Arabian prince every day.
“Why didn’t you come and get me?”
“I didn’t want to wake you yet. I wanted to wash up and change,” he said in a low, deep voice.
“Without…me?”
“No baby, we can shower together, if you want?”
“On this plane?”
“Why not?”
“Is the shower big enough for two of us?”
He grinned. “What do you think?” he said, stroking her arm with his soft fingers. Her inner thighs pulsed in response to his sweet touch.
Suddenly, thoughts of an impending scandal from the sex-video-that-might-be slipped out of her mind. For now.
Hannah’s eyes widened when she walked through the luxury bedroom suite and to another set of cream colored sliding doors leading to the inflight en suite bathroom. It was more like a luxury hotel suite in the air. She ran her fingers down the bathroom vanity and over to the shower and bathtub.
“You have a full bathroom in here?”
“Yes, my dear. What were you thinking?” he said as he pulled her closer to him, snaking his arms around her waist. “A tiny coach class lavatory with a small basin and sink?”
“You obviously don’t remember what it was like to fly coach.”
“On the contrary, my dear. I remember very well and I told myself I would never travel like that again. Neither will anyone that I care about.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to her neck and she held her head back and moaned.
She would have forgotten where she really was if it hadn’t been for the row of curved Plexiglas windows of the aircraft that happened to have the shades pulled down. And of course, the lulling sweet sound of the jet engines roaring into the night sky.
“Oh, baby,” Andre said in his silky low voice. She could tell by his erection inside his pants that he was aroused again. This guy was a major stud, she mused. And he was all hers.
She looked around, sheepishly. The marbled bathroom with gold fixtures was not only dim lit and romantic but it was larger than the bathroom at the hotel suite.
“I want to fuck you so badly, right in here. In the shower,” Andre’s voice was low and seductive.
“Oh, Andre,” she moaned as he sucked and licked on her earlobe and then the sensitive part of her neck. Her midsection leaped. Could this day get any better? She should have been sore from all this lovemaking but her body was so turned on by Andre. She’d never in her entire life experienced such wild pleasures of her body. What had she missed out on all these years?
She loved the way Andre’s touch felt on her skin. She inhaled with delight his clean, fresh sweet scent. She cherished his closeness, his power. She just could not get enough of Andre and she didn’t want this experience to stop. She had held off on intimacy all her life until now. Hannah was twenty-three years old and obviously had a whole lot of pent up energy to release.
Andre undressed her by sliding off her dress as his soft lips pressed into her smooth skin. Holding her from the waist, he leaned her against the bathroom vanity. He then French kissed her exposed pink, hard nipples, sucking and licking with his soft, hot tongue as Hannah arched her back and cried out in response.
“Oh, God! Andre…” she groaned in pleasure. He felt so good, it made her cry.
A knock on the door, interrupted their intimate moment and Andre’s eyes darkened and his jaw clenched.
“Fuck,” he growled.
He drew in a deep breath and pulled himself off Hannah, straightening his pants. Shirtless, he slid open the door of his room and went out.
Hannah was left panting. Her sex was pulsing. Heat surged through her body. She was fully charged and wanted Andre to return to finish what he’d started. God, she wanted him inside her so badly. She craved him. She needed him like she needed air to breath. This was all so crazy. She was missing all this intimacy in her life for so long. But as her mother would always tell her, nothing happened before its time. Of course, she’d never believed it, until now.
“What is it?” Hannah asked when Andre returned to the bedroom, sliding the doors closed behind him.
She could see a vein throbbing in his temple. His face had torment written all over it.
“There’s been development on the case but nothing to worry about now,” he said in a low, cool voice as he walked over to the bar in the room and poured himself a glass of water. “Care to join me?”
“No, Andre. I want to find out what’s going on, now.”
His eyes glowed with an inner savage fire. “Are you hiding anything from me?”
“Like what?” she said walking closer to him, her arms hugging her waist.
“Like a bad breakup with a crazy ex?” he said, not looking at her as he swigged down the glass of water in one go.
“Andre? I told you. No. I don’t think so. What was that about? Did they tell you who bugged the room?”
He drew in a deep breath. “They have a lead but we’ll not get into that until we touch down.”
“But I want to know now.”
“Hannah, what have we just discussed about living in the moment? Fuck, why spoil the mood?”
“Me? Spoil the mood? I hate when you hold back on me Andre. Just like when we were growing up, you never even told me how you felt about me. You made me feel…”
“What?” His tone was even more serious now.
“Nothing?”
“Oh, so who’s holding back on whom now?”
“Andre?”
He held up his finger to her lips to shush her. “We’ll talk about this when we land in Toronto. End of discussion.” His tone was so dead serious now that Hannah did not dear answer back to him. She was, however pissed off, more than ever.
“God, you look sexy wh
en you pout, like that Hannah,” he said in a low voice, his tone changed slightly to more relaxed than angry.
Hannah rolled her eyes and continued to hug herself across the chest. She wanted to ignore him right now but her body was saying something entirely different. She was soaked in her panties and her sex was still hot. God, she wanted him inside her now. In any way, shape or form. She wanted Andre to fuck her, make hot love to her like he did before…and to never stop.
“Let’s finish getting undress and into the shower. We want to be fresh in the morning,” he said as he stroked her arm and led her back into the en suite bathroom.
Hannah licked her lips as she watched Andre turn around to turn on the shower to find the perfect water temperature. No matter how many times she’d seen his body, she had the same reaction. The man was built like a sex god. Period. He possessed a smooth tanned complexion, radiant captivating appearance, broad shoulders and well defined abs. God, his body was a perfect specimen. How did he keep himself so fit? She couldn’t wait to feel his hardness inside her once again. She reached over and rubbed her hand on his smooth muscled back. He turned around and a wicked grin touched his lips.
“God, I want you so bad, baby,” he groaned as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her heart raced and blood pumped through her veins. “But first things, first,” he said as he continued to slowly undress her down to her nakedness. Soon they were both fully naked and in the shower.
Hannah had a hard time believing she was 40,000 feet in the air in a luxury private plane with a gorgeous en suite bathroom. This was one for the record books.
“Oh, Andre I want you inside me now,” Hannah moaned.
Andre’s breathing became hard, the warm fresh water of the shower rained on their skins. Andre looked so sexy with his dark silky hair wet and his body glistening with water. God, he was sexy as hell.
Andre smiled as he caressed her shoulders and slid his hand down her round bottom giving her butt cheeks a firm hard squeeze. A moan escaped Hannah’s lips.
He then soaped up a wash sponge with delicious lavender scented soap and lathered up before washing her body down. Hannah found the whole experience so erotic, so personal. No man had ever bathed her before. This was all so crazy. As the lather slid down her body, Andre groaned with pleasure, his dick hard and erect pressing against her abdomen as he continued to scrub her gently, working his way around her slippery rounded breasts and stroking her taut pink nipples, then down to her wet pussy hairs and between her folds. Hannah cried out in pleasure. His touch was smooth and intoxicating. Her sex was swollen with want now. She was sure it wasn’t just the shower water running down her inner thighs now but her own lady juices.
Holy, shit! This is the most erotic experience I’ve ever had. She didn’t think sex with Andre could get any more intriguing but it was. She delighted in the thought of what else was to come. Andre was creative in his love-making techniques as he was strong and sexy.
She just knew she must be in heaven.
Andre then worked his way down her butt, the back of her thighs, her calves and even her feet. God, he was washing her feet? How insanely romantic. It thrilled her to her heart that Andre knew how to take his time making her feel so good. The more she was with Andre, the more she realized that waiting for the right guy to come along was the best thing she could have ever done with her life. At least this made up for her lack of adventure in her social life.
“Oh, baby,” Hannah moaned as Andre kneeled down after he’d finished washing her and the soap suds were rinsed away. He then lowered his head and sucked on her throbbing pussy with his hot, wet tongue. A quiver surged through Hannah’s veins as she pressed her hands on top of his head to hold herself steady. She felt as if she’d explode if he didn’t take her then and now. His tongue sucked inside her and she became more aroused and came into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” she cried out.
Later, Hannah grabbed another wash sponge. She so desperately wanted to return the favor and wash Andre down, every sexy inch of his hard muscled body.
When she’d finished, she’d gotten down to the best part, his hard cock which was practically standing up firm against his sculpted abs. She sucked and licked on the head of his penis and enjoyed the groans of pleasure from his lips as he braced himself against the shower wall. She sucked his dick like a delicious lolly pop as water splashed down on their skins. In no time, Andre pulled himself out of her mouth and turned her around.
“Oh, baby, I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned as he positioned her on all fours in the spacious shower and tub as warm water continued to splash on their slippery skins.
Andre then rubbed her nipples and squeezed the tight buds with his thumb and forefinger as he massaged and rubbed them while Hannah groaned. He had his dick touching her butt and rubbing against it gently before he slid down on her slippery skin right inside her wet, soaking vagina.
“Oh, baby. Fuck, the condom’s in the bedroom.”
“Oh, Andre, I just want you now.”
“I know,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Hannah, I’ve just got a clean bill of health. I don’t have anything. Do you still want to…”
“Mmm, yes, Andre. Yes. Please. Fuck me. I need you, Andre. I need you now.” Hannah bit down on her lip.
“Oh, God, Hannah, I just want to pleasure you every day of your life, spoil you. Make you my queen.”
“Mmm, oh, baby,” Hannah groaned as her pussy throbbed uncontrollably, anticipating his touch.
Andre held on to Hannah with his firm, strong hands. He then made his sweet sexual invasion. His thrust was hard and fast as Hannah’s pussy tightened around his hard, long cock. His erection pumped back and forth inside her walls. They were like animals in the wild, without a care in the world. Andre fucked her hard and good as the sound of wet skin slapping skin became louder. She then came violently. Andre’s muscles had spasm with orgasmic release soon after.
Later, Andre and Hannah lay on the plush bed in the private bedroom on the aircraft, holding each other. Hannah could hear Andre’s thundering strong heart beat as she pressed her head on his chest. Both had dried off earlier and blow-dried their wet hair before retiring to bed. They’d had fun, pleasuring each other and appreciating each other’s body. Hannah was beside herself. Never in her life had she thought she could be this close to a man.
The thought just dawned on her that he had just washed every private area of her body!
Hours later, they had touched down in Toronto Island Airport on the island near Andre’s condominium on the beautiful large Lake Ontario. The water glistened under the bright early morning sunshine. Canada was so beautiful. Breathtaking. She was glad he had decided they should leave the U.S. until they had things sorted out with the security breach in Vegas.
Hannah’s mind was still whirling from her experience on Andre’s jet. It seemed so surreal. How on earth had her life gotten so damned…intriguing? Larger than life!
Shit, they’d just had mind-blowing sex up in the air in the shower and then got cosy in his luxury bed on the aircraft before having a delicious full breakfast with freshly squeezed orange juice on the plane. She had felt as if she were in a hotel rather than an airplane.
“You okay,? Andre asked her as they walked into the private glass elevator that would take them to his penthouse suite.
“I…am. Yeah.” Hannah felt closer to Andre but also more self-conscious now. This guy knew every inch of her body and how she reacts to certain touches. They had been so intimate. It was mind blowing. He had her. He owned her.
But the question lurking in her mind was where would this lead? Did she have a future with Mr. Andre Marriage-is-Off-Limits Corskovi?
Hannah glanced around the spacious suite after they got off the private elevator. Andre’s penthouse was surreal. It had a beautiful view of the Toronto skyline and the CN Tower which was one of the world’s most awesome tallest standing structures.
“Andre, this is
….gorgeous. You own this suite?”
“The building, my dear. The entire building,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone as he shuffled through mail that lay on his table. He seemed to be focused on what he was sifting through more than Hannah’s reaction to his home.
Hannah glanced with amazement at the beautiful art on the wall and the open space of the condo with its gold marble floor and gold fixtures everywhere. It looked more like a hotel lobby or an art gallery than a private residence.
She hugged herself again and walked around.
“Room service will be up soon with our brunch and my assistant will be bringing you a new wardrobe of clothes, so no need to worry.”
“Andre?”
“Yes,” he looked up briefly.
“Why are you doing this? I mean, I…I can buy my own things.”
He grinned. “Yes, but I didn’t ask you if you could or couldn’t. I’m just doing what is necessary Hannah. You are my guest now.” He continued to sift through the stack of mail on his desk. He singled one of them out and ripped it open with his gold letter opener that was on his desk.
Hannah’s jaw fell open. “A guest?” Andre didn’t seem to pay her any mind. Her stomach squeezed. So that was it? The amazing sex on the plane meant nothing to him? Hannah peered out the enormous tall ceiling to floor window, her gut tightening in disgust. Who the hell did he think he was? Coming on with the heat then turning on the cold? Shit, this was probably why she was never in a relationship before. A real relationship. She just couldn’t understand men. Or maybe, she just couldn’t understand Andre-fucking-sexy-Corskovi.
Andre’s cell buzzed and he answered it. “Yes, Hans.” For a while there was silence as he listened then he placed the phone down after ending the call.
“What is it?” Hannah asked, concerned.
“We’ve confirmed the source of your secret wiretap.” His pained expression was a stab at Hannah’s heart.
“You have?”
“Yes. It seems as if you have a jealous ex-lover who wants you dead.”
Hannah’s jaw dropped, she felt her heart stop.
