The Redo (Winslow Brothers #4) (116)

But Susan doesn’t say anything. Instead, she walks right past us and toward the front of the plane until I can’t see her anymore.

The pilot makes a quick announcement that we’re ready for takeoff.

But other than that, we’re left to our own devices. No demands for me to get out of Remy’s lap. Just left alone…with Remy’s finger inside me.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he whispers harshly into my ear. “It’s making me so hard.”

A whimper escapes my throat, and he just keeps working me over. His finger moves in and out of me, his thumb circles my clit, and his free hand is inside my dress, grabbing at my breasts.

“Fuck, Ria. I have to be inside you.”

“Are we allowed t-to go into the bedroom du-during takeoff?”

“Oh, we don’t need the bedroom. We’re fine right here.”

My eyes go wide, but he just flashes a confident-as-hell smile at me. His eyes, though, well, they’re fucking determined. Heated. And it’s not long before he pulls his cock out of his jeans and spreads my thighs over his lap enough to slide inside me. Somehow, managing all of it with the blanket still concealing what we’re doing.

Remy is inside me.

While we’re taking off.

“Fuck. You’re heaven,” he groans into my ear and slides my hair over my shoulder as his lips and tongue and teeth nip and kiss at the skin of my neck.

The plane jolts into action, picking up speed as it heads down the runway, but I’m hardly aware.

How could I be, though? The hottest man on the planet has his cock inside me.

Remy thrusts deeper, and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to moan so loud it’ll alert our flight attendant.

A little bit of turbulence jostles the plane, and Remy groans hoarsely into my ear as he grips my thighs and pushes himself to the hilt. One hand finds my clit again, rubbing smooth circles around the sensitive bud, while he continues to drive into me. He builds up a deliciously deep, persistent rhythm that makes my nipples hard and my mind all scrambly.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he whispers directly into my ear, his warm breath brushing against my neck and causing goose bumps to roll up my spine. “And then, I’m going to fill you up with my come. Because that’s where it belongs, Maria. Inside your perfect cunt.”

Holy hell.

I swallow my moan and silently praise myself for starting birth control a month ago.

Sex with Remy is amazing, but sex with Remy bare inside me? It’s…nirvana.

“I’m so close,” I pant through the building pressure inside my body.

“Good girl.” His voice is all raspy and his cock is deep, and I feel like I’m only being held together by a single tiny thread.

Remy has no mercy. In between thrusts, he whispers hotly into my ear, “Come.

For.

Me.

Maria.”

I’m done. Burned fucking toast. Pushed over the edge and into the kind of pleasure that I swear holds the answers to world peace.

My climax crashes into nerve endings I didn’t even know I had, and I have to dig my teeth into my bottom lip so I don’t scream. Over and over again, waves of pleasure roll through my body, and Remy just keeps on fucking me while I try to keep some semblance of control over my volume.

But his hard cock keeps hitting all the right spots, while his thumb on my clit prolongs my orgasm.

It feels so good it’s almost painful.

And when Remy hits his peak, he keeps his word. He grips my thighs, pushes himself as deep as he can go, and fills me up with his come.

If this is what he has in store for this trip, count me the hell in.

“So much for the FAA, huh?” I ask when I finally have enough breath back to speak.

Remy laughs, a sly smile making me tingle all the way to my toes again. “Technically, we’re still wearing clothes.”

I snort, but he shakes his head and grabs me by the chin, commanding my attention entirely.

“We’re in the air now, Ria. All bets are off.”

Oh boy. I think I’m in trouble.





Monday, November 11th

Remy

This is my second morning waking up in tropical paradise, and I would’ve much preferred to stay in bed with a naked Maria wrapped around my body like a second skin.

But since it’s Monday morning, the damn market has forced my hand.

I know I told Maria this was a no-work vacation, but yeah, even on a trip, I still have to put in some hours. And, truthfully, it’s she who needs the rest and relaxation. I just need alone time with her. Lots of naked, sex-filled alone time, to be specific.

Thankfully, the Bahamas is on East Coast time and didn’t require me to get up before six.

Just as the sun was starting to show its face on the horizon, I slipped out of bed, made some coffee, and took my laptop out onto the terrace of the private beach house an investment client of mine let me utilize for Maria’s big getaway surprise.

It’s a beauty of a property, nearly six thousand square feet of modern luxury and overlooking the clear blue waters of the Atlantic. The instant Maria stepped inside this place, she pretty much lost her Realtor mind.

Thankfully, the promise of spending another day on the beach with my woman in a bikini has proven to keep me efficient. And even though it’s only a little after eight and the market still has another hour before its official open, I’ve managed to make most of the investment moves I’d planned for my clients.