I SHOULD BE AWARDED AN OLYMPIC MEDAL FOR SAFELY NAVIGATING a ne with Gwen next to me.

    She’s even more distracting than usual.

    With flushed cheeks and bright eyes, she fucking glows. And to think I had even a small part in making her look like this is the most satisfying thing in the world.

    I’d fly around all day just to watch her gaze out the window in awe. That breathy little giggle she makes is music to my fucking ears. I’d sell my soul to hear that more often.

    Down on the ground, all the reasons to stay away from her feel insurmountable, but up here, staring at her? They don’t feel like reasons at all.

    They feel like excuses.

    And I can’t figure out how I justify continuing to wear them like some suit of honor. The choice seems so simple. The stakespletely eptable. The risk of getting hurt again entirely worth it.

    I get lost in my head for the rest of the flight, while Gwen gets lost in the view. I take a couple of dips and turns, eliciting gasps,ughter, and firm squeezes to my thigh that do nothing but go straight to my dick.

    Eventually, the flight changes from being rxing to an annoying inconvenience. There’s a storm brewing inside me, and Gwen is oblivious to it.

    “You ready to head back down?” I ask, my wordsing out more abruptly than I intend.

    She nces at me,vender eyes wide and content as she gives me a rxed shrug. “Sure.”

    Eager to get back onto solid ground, I loop us back around to the runway, calling our arrival in. Gwen’s fingers wrap around one of the handles as we touch down smoothly, and she marvels once again.

    “Damn. Should I p now too? I’ve been on flights where everyone ps, and thending was not nearly as seamless as that.”

    “I hate when people p on nes,” I reply, maneuvering us back toward the hangar.

    Gwenughs, brushing off myment like it’s pure entertainment. “Of course you do. Do you ever secretly judge the flight crew when you flymercial?”

    She peppers me with questions as Greg guides us in carefully, waving me back into my spot in the hangar with safety wands.

    “Oh! Actually, I have an important question.”

    I cut the engine, and Greg salutes me and then heads back to the front office.

    “Is turbulence scary for pilots? Or is that just passengers?”

    I hit her with a re, but she’s unaware of my inner turmoil, the rush of desperation coursing through me. I unbuckle my harness and toss my headset as she rambles on. “Like, do you worry about that? Or is it just run-of-the-mill stuff?”

    “Gwen, stop asking me questions and take your harness off.”

    She freezes, her brows rising on her forehead. Her expression says I know you did not just talk to me like that. But then she turns her eyes downward and clicks the straps loose.

    “Oh-kay, buzzkill.” She slips her headset over blond strands. “I was going to say thank you for the birthday present, but I guess—”

    My hand gripping her thigh brings her up short.

    “What?” She looks genuinely confused.

    But I’m not. I’ve hit my limit. I fucking snap. I turn, reaching for her waist. The cockpit is small, so it’s not a struggle to pull her to me.

    Within seconds, I’ve lifted her over the small gap between our seats and she’s straddling myp. My hands wrap around her waist, and hersnd against my shoulders.

    My fingers pulse. I watch them press into her waist and let out a desperate groan as she tentatively lowers herself onto me. My eyes narrow at her jeans like they’ve done something unforgivable. Because they have. By merely existing.

    I want Gwen in myp. And I want her naked while she is.

    “What are you doing?” she says in a low voice, the soft, minty puff of every word brushing against my cheek.

    I turn my face up to hers while my heart shes against the cage of my ribs. I drink her in. Pert lips. Wide eyes. Full cheeks.

    Fucking perfect from head to toe.

    “What I should have done months ago” is all I say. Then I grip the back of her neck, drag her mouth to mine, and kiss her.

    I’m met with zero resistance—only shock. Followed by eagerness. Her fingers move up to rake through my hair as I take her mouth. My tongue tangles with hers as the kiss turns hungry. Her hips swivel, and all my blood rushes south. I grind up into her, once again irritated by the presence of her jeans. I seriously consider ripping them off with my bare hands.

    She pulls away, and her heady gaze trails down to my cock, clearly straining against my jeans. Her breathing turns ragged, eyes dancing back up my body. “What about Tripp?”

    I hold her gaze but reach forward and flick open the button on her jeans. “He’ll have to get over it.”

    “Yeah?”

    “Yeah. Because I’ll never forgive myself if I let you get away again.”

    With that, I slip my hand down the front of her jeans, fingertips gliding over flimsy cotton underwear and the damp heat between her legs.

    “Oh,” she whimpers, head tipping back as her hips rock forward.

    My knuckles bend, pressing into her. Teasing her. Easily finding her clit through the fabric.

    “Is that all? Oh?” I ask, circling now, watching a flush creep up her chest and over her throat.

    “Yes,” she says, chin dropping back down as she presses her pussy against my hand.

    I draw it away with a knowing smirk.

    “Yes, what, Gwen? I’m going to need you to use your words. Because I’m about to snap and fuck you right here in this ne, but I need to know you want it first.”

    She eyes me intensely, then drops her mouth to my ear, nipping at the lobe.

    “It’s about fucking time, Rousseau,” her sultry voice taunts.

    And just like that, all bets are off.

    I yank her panties to the side and run my fingers through her wetness before shoving two fingers in. “You gonna be a mouthy little tease about this, Gwen?”

    She cries out, her pussy clenching around my digits.

    “You wanna y that game?”

    She bites down on her bottom lip. “Yeah, I do.”

    I groan. Fuck, she’s hot. I pull her in for another kiss, hard and fast and demanding as I work the waist of her jeans lower. “Good. Fuck yourself on my fingers and take that sweater off. I want to watch. I’m sick of those perfect tits being covered up.”

    With a knowing smirk on her perfectly fuckable mouth, she gently tips her hips, easing up slightly, before dropping back down onto my fingers. Then she reaches for the hem of her sweater and yanks it off in one easy motion.

    Her hips move again, and her full breasts bounce, pressed up against whitece. With one hand, she flicks the sp, her bra falling to the side.

    My head tips back as I groan, “Fuuuck.” She’s all soft, pale skin and full, feminine curves. I could look at her for days, spend hours getting lost in this body.

    “Like that?” she asks, dropping herself onto my fingers again, a rush of wetness surging from her tight pussy.

    “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

    I soak her in, loving the way she eagerly bounces on my hand, just like I told her to. I could blow just from watching her like this. “Fucking hell. These tits,” I groan before dropping my head and taking one pebbled nipple into my mouth.

    When I suck, she whimpers. And it’s fucking heaven.

    Wanting to give her more, I add my thumb to her clit, spreading wetness up and over it before circling gently.

    “Bash,” she says on a moan, her hand propped against the headrest behind me, fullshes drawn low. “Careful.”

    “Careful of what?” I ask as I pull away to take a turn watching where my hand disappears between her legs.

    “I’m close.”

    “Yeah?”

    She nods, and I add a third finger, reveling in the desperate cry that spills from her lips. “Good. Come on my fingers. Then I’ll make youe while you ride my cock.”

    Her eyes go wide now, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Here?”

    I lean in closer, trailing kisses up the side of her neck, my tongue darting out to taste her sweet skin. When I reach her ear, I return the favor and bite down on the lobe. “Yeah. And then at home. In my bed. In my shower. Bent over the balcony with a view of theke. God, I’ve dreamed of this ass.”

    My free hand reaches around, gripping her ass as I continue kissing her neck. My lips glide over her corbone before I turn my attention to her other nipple.

    She seems to have given up talking, lost to the moment.

    Her hips swivel, her breathse fast, and her hands tangle in the short strands of my hair.

    It’s not until I slide my hand around her hip, over her stomach, and up to cup her opposite breast that she finally lets out the most erotic moan. Her head falls back, blond locks spilling down over her shoulders as I twist her nipple while still working between her legs.

    I let myself get lost in her, in watching her. Tasting her. Feeling her. She’s soft, warm, and utterly addictive.

    “Bash, Bash,” she chants before dropping back down and kissing me, slow and lingering. Her hands glide over either side of my neck, her thumbs stroking over my jaw.

    Then the moment turns gentle, less frantic, as we find a rhythm together. Tongues sliding, hands exploring, hips pressing.

    “Oh my god, I’m going to—” She cuts off, bucking against me and dropping her head to the crook of my shoulder. I feel here. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, her teeth digging in hard on the spot where my neck and shoulder meet to stifle her cries.

    Soon, all I can hear is her breathing, and it makes me realize I’m not breathing at all.

    After all the time I’ve spent dreaming of this moment, I need someone to pinch me so I know it’s real.

    “Okay, your turn,” she breathes against my neck as her body stirs back to life. Her hands slide into my jacket and glide over my body.

    I only hesitate for a moment. Then I’m all action. Coat gone. Shirt gone. Her hungry eyes devour me as theyers between us fall away.

    We’re a tangle of limbs. She rips at my pants with a fervor I somehow didn’t expect from her. Before I know it, my jeans are pulled down, and she’s working on my boxers. One flex of my hips, and they’re tugged low enough that my cock springs free.

    The way she looks at it and then licks her lips almost makes me finish on the spot. But she reaches forward and grips my thick length tightly. Her palm is soft and warm as she pumps me. Once. Twice.

    My head falls back, and I groan. “Lose the fucking jeans, Gwen,” I bite out, trying to hang on to some shred of control.

    “Or what?” she taunts, twisting her grip again and giving me her best bratty look.

    “Or I’m going to blow all over your hand instead of in your tight little cunt.”

    Her eyes widen, a shocked expression touching her features. But only for a beat because then she’s all business. With an eager nod, she pushes up off myp in the snug space and starts working at her jeans. I reach forward, helping as my patience frays.

    Having to wait another single minute feels like fucking torture.

    Luckily, Gwen is agile—thank god for yoga—and peels her jeans off easily. All that’s left are her whitece panties.

    She hooks a finger under the waist, ready to pull them off too, but I reach forward to stop her. “Leave ’em. I can’t wait. I’ll pull them to the side.”

    Then I hook two fingers into the soaked gusset of thece scrap and yank it out of my way. Now I can see her properly.

    Curved hips tapering into her waist. Full, tear-dropped breasts heaving. Pussy on disy. Puffy lips glistening with her cum.

    “I am really regretting this small space because I want to see you from every angle, Gwen.”

    “Then let’s do this thing so we can try again at home.” She takes my dick in her hand again, not tripping up at all over the mention of home.

    She says it like it’s ours, not just mine. Like she considers it home too.

    Soon, I stop thinking about that altogether because she pushes up higher onto her knees and guides me toward her, lining us up. Bare.

    “We need to be safe.”

    “Yeah, safe. We’re safe,” she breathes, eyes fastened on my cock. In seconds, she’s rubbing my head through her slick core, and my brain short-circuits. I’m too fucking far gone. So I give up on safe. Deep down, I know Gwen wouldn’t be anything but.

    When she guides me inside her heat, I groan. “Fuck, Gwen. Fuck.”

    I’m only in an inch, and it’s already too much. I don’t know how I’m going to hold it together through this.

    Every time she eases down a bit farther, it’s the most delicious torture.

    I watch her pussy spreading and stretching to take me, my heart thundering in my chest.

    She cries out when she sinks all the way down, and my fingers dig into her waist—holding on for dear life as my head falls back against the leather seat with a heavy thud.

    I can feel her all around me. Warm, pulsing, and so fucking tight. I drag my eyes open to see her, one hand propped on my shoulder and head tipped down, lust-hazed eyes watching us where we’re finally joined together.

    I drive up into her, eliciting a sharp gasp. My cockes out wet as I draw back. We both watch raptly, bodies merging and pulling away. Her legs are shaky from herst orgasm, but soon she’s riding me eagerly, squeezing my dick.

    “Tight as fuck,” I grit out, moving my hips in tandem with hers. “I love you like this.”

    “Like what?” she murmurs, entranced.

    “All mine.”

    Our eyes meet in the dim cockpit. “I am.”

    And fuck, it’s music to my ears.

    “Mine,” I repeat, increasing the speed of my shallow thrusts.

    “All yours,” she whispers, pulling me in for another kiss, clenching and releasing my girth as she does.

    We kiss. We move. I let my hands roam her body, tracing every curve.

    And the friction between us builds. Tension coils in my back, heat radiates in every limb from the strain of holding myself back.

    I can feel it in her too. A string pulled too tight, ready to snap at any moment.

    “Bash, Bash. Don’t stop,” she murmurs against my lips. “I’m so close.”

    My hand curves over her ass, ying with her from behind. “You gonnae for me, baby?”

    She just moans into my mouth, arching her back into every bit of pressure.

    I press in, feeling her body go taut. I can feel iting. She rides me harder, skin damp, movements rough.

    I bite at her ear again, getting the sense that she likes that.

    “Atta girl,” I whisper as I press my fingers to her clit. I feel her shiver and smile against her neck. Then my opposite hand grips her shoulder and takes control of the motion. I grit out, “Take. It. All,” as I shove her down in one rough motion. Impaling her as she shatters. Pushing her over the edge on a loud cry.

    “Oh fuck! Bash!”

    The sound of hering with my name on her lips sends me barreling right off the same cliff. I spill into her tight heat with a deep groan.

    We fall into each other, and I give myself over to the instant feeling of everything being right in the world.