The jet was waiting on the runway and Zander wouldn’t be pleased if he didn’t stick to the schedule.
Unzipping himself, he pulled his cock out.
He looked down and grinned admirably–proud of his package.
So many lovers, both women, and men had been on the receiving end of it over the years. He’d learned about the joys of sex from an earlier age than most and didn’t see anything wrong with using what he had to his advantage.
He could pick up his mobile right now and within minutes, arrange his fuck of choice, but only one person was of interest to him now, and that was Cammie Childs.
Imagining how amazing her tight cunt would feel around his cock made him shudder. Right now, it would ruin everything, but in time, he was certain she would be his.
Staring at his own reflection, he slowly pulled his foreskin back and forth, trying his hardest not to moan out loud.
Thoughts of what he’d do to Cammie invaded his mind–the most perverted and animalistic of acts, but he was certain she’d enjoy everything he wanted to do to her.
His pulse quickened, his breathing shallow and laboured, he knew he was close, but a noise from beyond the door knocked his rhythm.
Cammie.
She was listening at the door. Kinky fucking bitch!
He looked to the bottom of the door and could see the shadow her feet cast.
Picking up the rhythm, Jensen moaned louder, wanting her to hear him stroking his cock.
The shadow under the door vanished as the familiar orgasmic feeling took over and he spurted thick white cum over the tiles and sink unit.
“Shit.” Now he had to get rid of the evidence.
Reaching for a wet wipe, he cleaned himself up.
Where did she say those towels were?
He found them in the cupboard and dried his still semi-hard cock, before shoving it back inside his trousers.
Using more wet wipes, he cleaned the rest of his jizz from the tiles and sink unit, splashed some cold water on his face and sat on the bath, trying to calm himself before returning to Cammie.
Chapter Nineteen
“Are you feeling better?” I asked, when he returned ten minutes later. I hoped my face didn’t betray my actions. I felt hot and bothered, but hopefully he wouldn’t notice.
“Yes, very much so, thank you.”
I wonder if he shot his load? “Good,” I said. “Sadly, your coffee is cold. I can make another, but if not, are you ready to go?”
“Yes. I’m ready to go. I’ll fetch your suitcases.”
“No need, they’re already by the door.”
“I could have done that for you.”
“I’m a grown woman, Jensen, and I don’t need any man to fetch and carry for me.” I bit my lip. “Unless, I want them to, of course.”
“Then I’ll carry them to the car, if you are agreeable.”
“As you wish,” I replied.
He grabbed the two suitcases and headed toward the car.
I set the house alarm, locked the door and followed him.
The glamorous, dark haired woman sat in the back of her chauffeur driven Bentley.
She was nervous playing her new role of spy.
A black wide brimmed hat and designer sunglasses partially shielded her face, but nothing could hide the scar running down her right cheek.
It had been a long time since she’d last stepped foot in England and despite not being English by birth, it still felt like home.
“Stop here and pull over,” she said, conscious of her French accent.
“Here, Mistress?” the driver asked, eyeing her in the rear-view mirror.
“Yes. But don’t get any closer.” She rolled the automatic window down a touch and watched as the young man rang the doorbell.
Her companion, Arnaud, seemed concerned.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he said.
“I’ve been watching and waiting for far too long. It’s almost time to reveal myself.”
“Why now after all these years?”
“It’s my fault Charlotte died.” She was saddened by memories of the beautiful Spanish girl she’d unwittingly sent to her death.
“No, it wasn’t.” he replied.
“We both know the truth, Arnaud, and while I appreciate you trying to shield me, we knew this day would eventually come.”
“Then you are placing yourself in grave danger. If your suspicions are correct, you should be as far away from England as possible.”
“I have to bring him to justice.”
“Be certain you are doing the right thing,” Arnaud advised.
“I’ve thought of nothing else for years.”
She leaned forward and pressed the button which raised the partition between the driver and the rear of the car.
“Once you roll the dice, the game is on.”
“I’m aware of that, Arnaud.”
“You know who you are dealing with.”
“I know full well who I’m dealing with, and despite what he did, I still love him. But he killed Charlotte, and for that, he must pay.”
“And Jensen?”
“Jensen is key to stopping him from harming anybody else.”
“And you’re certain of that?”
“I wouldn’t be here now if I believed otherwise.”
“There are other reasons. You can’t be on this crusade just for the sake of a back-street prostitute. Is all this worth it.?”
She snapped, removing her sunglasses. “Yes. Her life has to mean something.”
“But why?”
“The girl has family and they still search for her.”
“And?” Arnaud said. “Why is that your problem?”
“You’re a cold-hearted bastard,” she snapped.
“Which is the reason you keep me around.”
“Tell me truthfully. If it were your daughter who had vanished without trace, would you not move heaven and earth to find her, if you could?”
“Yes, I would, but…”
“Enough, Arnaud,” she ordered. “I need time to think and your incessant bleating is giving me a migraine.”
“I’m not here to kiss your derrière, like others who populate your world, but to offer you the best advice I can.”
“And I hear that advice loud and clear,” she spat, trailing her fingers along the scar running down her face.
“That scar should be reminder of what he is capable of when things don’t go his way.”
“Enough.” She was beginning to regret bringing him along. “I don’t want to hear anymore.”
“Fine,” he said, reaching forward for the intercom. “Driver. Take us back to the hotel.”
The partition lowered. “Mistress?”
“Yes, please take us back to the hotel.”
The car pulled away.
She glanced out of the window as Jensen placed the luggage into the boot of the limousine.
The beautiful blonde woman followed close behind, had a brief conversation with Jensen then climbed into the car.
She was terrified for the girl and would do all she could to ensure she didn’t meet the same fate as poor Charlotte.
Chapter Twenty
Dutifully, Jensen stood holding the door open.
“Can’t I ride in front with you?”
“That is highly irregular.”
He nodded toward the rear door, and I acquiesced.
“I need a drink.”
“The bar is well stocked. Help yourself.”
I wasn’t a fan of flying, no matter how short the flight was. But I was determined to be on my best behaviour and couldn’t knock the free booze back like an old lush. I wanted to walk down the steps of the private jet, not wobble or be carried off.
“Just a small one,” I said, as the car pulled away.
The partition was up between the front and back of the limousine. I didn’t care for it much and leaned forward, pressing the button. The partition rolled down.
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nbsp; “Is there a problem, Cammie?”
“No, but I prefer not to be shut up like a caged animal in the back of this thing.”
“Fair enough.”
“Are you staying with me after we land?”
“I’ll be there for the duration of your visit as Mr Shaw has scheduled meetings. Consider me your guide, as and when you want me.”
I caught the look he gave me in the rear-view mirror.
“Ooh, so I get to spend some alone time with you?”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that, but essentially, there will be times when we are alone.”
“Oh, good. It will be nice to see you out of that suit and relaxed.”
“I see no reason for a change of attire.”
“Oh, Jensen, you have so much to learn.” And I’d love to be the one to teach you.
“So, are you looking forward to spending time with Mr Shaw?”
His question brought me down to Earth with a thud.
I was flirting like a dirty slapper with Jensen while another man was about to whisk me abroad on his private jet.
Be classy!
“Yes, I am looking forward to it, although he is still very much an enigma to me.”
“Mr Shaw has spent a long time building that reputation, but scratch beneath the surface and you’ll see something quite interesting.”
“Now, I am intrigued.” I poured myself a small vodka and coke. “Thank you, Jensen.”
The journey to the airport dragged.
Conversation between Jensen and myself was thin on the ground. It seemed he struggled to cast off the shackles of his role and I felt an awkwardness between us.
“We’re here,” he announced, as I slugged my fourth very small, large vodka. I was never any good with measurements.
He opened the door, and I stumbled out, feeling more than a little tipsy.
“Yippee,” I replied. The jet was certainly impressive although I had no idea what brand it was. Was brand even the right word for it? I wasn’t sure. But, it would do.
“Would you like help getting up the stairs?”
My head had already started to spin, so I took him up on his offer. “I think that would be a good idea.”
“This way, Miss Childs.”
Oh, back to Miss Childs, was it?
I took his hand and ascended the stairs as gracefully as I could. “Thank you, Jensen.”
The interior of the jet was luxurious, and my eyes were firmly fixed on the cream leather chair to the right of me. I wobbled on my heels and wanted to sit before I fell down.
“Would you like to take a seat?”
“You read my mind.”
I slumped down, and Jensen kneeled to fasten my seat belt.
He looked up at me, and I caught it. Yes, I might have been tiddly, but the look was one of longing. He wanted me.
“We’ll be taking off in a few minutes, so make yourself comfortable,” he advised.
And that was all I remembered.
I closed my eyes and drifted off into a vodka-soaked coma.
Chapter Twenty-One
I opened my eyes as the wheels hit the runway.
“Shit. I feel rough.” My head was banging like a shit house door in a gale.
Jensen smirked. “It must have been the cabin pressure.”
Yeah, right, smart arse! “Are we here, already?”
“No. Not yet. There has been a slight change of plan.”
“Oh! What change?”
“Nothing for you to be concerned about. We had to make a short detour to London as Mr Shaw forgot to pick up some important papers. I hope you don’t mind, but we won’t be travelling to the Cote d’Azur until tomorrow morning now.”
I was disappointed, but maybe it was for the best.
Worried I looked a fright, I unbuckled myself and stood up.
“Is there a mirror onboard?”
“Yes, in the bathroom there.” He pointed toward the front of the cabin.
“I won’t be long.”
“Take all the time you need.”
I stepped inside, marvelling at how luxurious the bathroom was. Beats those shitty little tin compartments on regular planes that you couldn’t swing a cat in, let alone wipe your arse without banging your elbows on the false walls either side.
What a fright! Hardly the statement I was trying to make. International chic was the theme, but I looked like an extra from Game of Thrones. My hair was a mess and my lipstick smudged–Beetlejuice sprang to mind. Oh, the shame! I just hope I hadn’t slobbered while I was out for the count.
Five minutes later, I sheepishly exited the bathroom. Make-up fixed and hair tidied. I’d been taught a very harsh lesson about over indulging.
“I’m ready.”
Jensen got to his feet. “The car’s waiting.”
“Where are we going to?”
“I’m to take you to Mr Shaw’s penthouse. I’ll retrieve the necessary paperwork and collect you in the morning.”
“Bummer,” I said. “I’m not overly keen on spending the night alone. Why don’t you come back and stay with me?”
“I don’t think Mr Shaw would be impressed with that.”
“Who said he needs to know?”
“It is most irregular.”
“And so is abandoning a lady in the middle of London and expecting her to entertain herself.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not going to pounce on you. You’ll be perfectly safe, I can assure you.”
“You pouncing on me, as you so charmingly put it, is the least of my worries, but you are right.” He seemed to consider his words. “Manners matter as my mother used to say.”
“So, you’ll stay with me?”
“Yes. But I will need to drop you off, collect the papers, and return afterwards. Is that satisfactory, Miss Childs?”
“Sure.” Oooh, a whole night alone with this hunk. “As long as you call me Cammie. This Miss Childs shite is becoming very tiring.”
“Very well. I’ll stop off and collect dinner for us both. What do you prefer?”
“Nothing fancy. No snails, or oysters, or anything posh.”
“Then, what do you suggest?”
“KFC sounds good to me.”
He pulled a face. “Really?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never tried it.”
“I can’t say that I have, but if that’s what you want?”
“Yes. Grab a boneless bucket for two, with all the sides.” I delved into my purse and pulled my credit card out. “Here, pay with this.”
“There’s no need. I have the company card.”
“I insist, or no deal. My pin is 7714.”
“Okay. I’ll make sure you’re settled in, do what I have to do, then get the…”
“K. F. C.” I laughed. “Really, Jensen, you’re gonna love it.”
He escorted me into Zander’s spectacular penthouse suite and returned a couple of hours later, armed with bags of delicious smelling chicken.
Soon after, he wiped his delicious lips on a paper napkin. “That tasted amazing, and that gravy...”
“See. I knew you’d like it.”
“Quite the feast.”
I know something else you can feast on.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Very much. Thank you for dinner.”
“It’s my pleasure, now unless you want me for anything else. I should head to bed.” I wanted to look a million dollars when I arrived in France.
“Good idea.”
“What time should I set my alarm for?”
“There is no need. I can wake you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“Then I will say goodnight.” He stood up and I don’t know why I did it, but I walked over to him and kissed him, right on the lips.
“Erm…goodnight, Cammie.” He spluttered his words and his face flushed.
“I don’t know why I did that. I apologise.”
/> “No need at all. Sleep well.”
I was dismissed.
I lay awake for hours and couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Why did my brother always get the good ones?
He didn’t deserve them. I did.
I know she likes me.
All I’d thought about for days was fucking her brains out. I knew I could, if I wanted to, but family loyalty still counts for something—with me at least.
Zander likes her. She could be the one, and if I did anything to stand in the way, he’d disown me, and I’d have nobody left. My parents were dead. I only had my brother, even if I was an inconvenience to him.
I had to keep myself in check.
Cammie was off limits.
Tell that to my stiff cock though.
I wasn’t going to be able to sleep until I relieved myself.
Frantically, I tugged at my cock until my ripped stomach was splashed with my thick white load.
Chapter Twenty-Two
I opened my eyes to a gentle knocking on the door.
“Cammie. Are you awake?”
“Uh-yeah,” I lied, pushing myself into a sitting position. What God-awful time was this?
“We’ll be leaving in an hour.”
“Okay,” I groaned.
“Breakfast will be served in ten minutes.”
Ten minutes. What the hell?
I jumped out of bed, rushing straight into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, I sat down, not in the mood to eat, but he’d gone to a lot of trouble, so it was only polite.
I checked my phone. There was a message from Zander;
Sorry for the delay but
I’m looking forward to seeing
you later on.
Z x
I sent a reply.
Me too!
Just sat down to breakfast.
See you when we land.
Cammie x
An hour and a half later, the limousine pulled up alongside a different jet. How many jets does one person need?
I hadn’t taken my eyes off the back of Jensen’s head for the entire drive.
During the journey to the airport, my fingers found their way to my private place, again. I plunged them inside me as I thought about how he would make love to me.
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