“No.” She squeezed his hand, shaking her head firmly. “I’m not really tired, either. But is it, I mean, is Will going to think -”

Ian grinned wolfishly. “That you and I have finally decided to join the Mile High Club? Most likely, yes. But he’s far too discreet and loyal to bat an eyelash about it, or make you feel uncomfortable in any way. And if you’re worried about him or the pilots hearing us, don’t be. This plane is extremely well insulated so the only one who’ll hear your screams of pleasure will be me.”

Tessa couldn’t disguise the shiver of arousal that rippled through her body, and her blue eyes grew soft and dreamy. “Oh. Well, then, I, um, think we ought to have that - that rest you mentioned. Just as soon as we can.”

He leaned across the armrest of his seat to place a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. “I’m counting the minutes, love. Quite literally, in fact.” He pulled back the cuff of his white dress shirt to check his watch. “By my estimation, we have less than five minutes until we can get out of our seats.” He whispered to her then, his voice low and deliberately seductive. “So use that time wisely, love, and think about how you’d like me to give you your first orgasm of the night - with my hands, my mouth, or my cock.”

She gasped, her eyes closing in reaction as his tongue snaked out to trace lazily around the dainty shell of her ear. “Oh, God,” she breathed. “How - how much longer until -”

She was interrupted by the pilot’s voice coming over the speaker. “Mr. Gregson, we’re at cruising altitude now, sir. You and Miss Lockwood are free to move about the cabin.”

Ian wasted no time in unbuckling his seat belt and surging to his feet, holding his hand out to Tessa. Without a word, she followed suit and let him lead her the short distance to the master bedroom suite. He locked the door carefully behind them, even though none of the flight crew would do so much as knock unless it was a dire emergency. But he could already sense Tessa’s uncertainty about this, her timidity, and he wanted to make her feel as secure as possible.

“Relax,” he murmured soothingly. He stood behind her in the middle of the bedroom, his hands gently massaging her shoulders. “No one will bother us. Or hear us. Now, I have at least five hours to see how many times I can make you come. Hmm, what’s your estimate?”

“Ian.” Her head fell back against his shoulder as his hand cupped a breast, his fingers plucking at the nipple through the silky fabric of her blouse. “Ohh, that feels amazing.”

“I agree,” he said huskily, as both of his hands squeezed her breasts and tugged at her nipples. “I love your breasts, Tessa, love how soft they are, how sensitive. Later, I’m going to suck on these perfect breasts until you come that way. Let me see you now, darling. It’s time for your initiation into the club to begin.”

He turned her around to face him, his lips traveling down the side of her neck as he began to slowly unfasten the dainty pearl buttons of her blouse. “And it’s my initiation, too,” he whispered, his mouth caressing the exposed upper curves of her breasts. “I’ve never brought a woman on board the company plane before, much less made love to one.”

Tessa’s breath grew increasingly ragged, but he could still make out her whispered words. “I’m, ah, glad to hear that.”

Her silk blouse fluttered heedlessly to the thickly carpeted floor. Ian’s lips continued their heated path over the tops of her breasts while his hands smoothly undid the button and zipper of her skirt. He backed up a bit to hold her steady as she stepped out of the garment, and then his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he noticed what she was wearing beneath. Or, more accurately, barely wearing.

He was used by now to seeing her in one of the many sets of lavish satin and lace embellished lingerie that he’d bought for her. But the bra and panty set she was wearing tonight was very different from anything he’d ever seen her in, and he could only stare at her in stunned silence.

The barely there bra was of a shimmery, flesh-colored fabric that was basically transparent, her apricot nipples clearly visible. The tiny pair of matching panties was equally as sheer, enough so that absolutely nothing was left to the imagination. Paired with sheer, thigh high stockings and her taupe heels…

“Christ, you looked naked in those scraps of fabric,” he croaked. “And it’s a damned good thing I wasn’t able to watch you get dressed this morning. Because if I’d known you were wearing next to nothing beneath your clothes, we would have had to cancel half of my meetings. On second thought, forget half. I would have cleared my whole schedule and taken you back to bed for the entire day.”

Tessa didn’t speak, just stood there on shaky legs while he continued to stare at her. And then, despite all of his earlier good intentions to seduce her slowly, to coax and cajole her, he couldn’t control himself a moment longer and fell on her like a wild animal. She whimpered as he captured her lips in a raw, demanding kiss, his tongue invading the inside of her mouth and not permitting her to resist. One of his hands delved inside a sheer bra cup, palming her full breast roughly, while his other hand slipped beneath the low cut waistband of those fragile panties.

She groaned beneath the unrelenting pressure of his kiss as his fingers thrust up inside of her wet, creamy slit boldly. Her hands clutched his shoulders as though she were holding on for dear life, even as her hips began to move in sync with the fast, deep pump of his fingers. He rubbed his thumb over the tiny nub of her clitoris as she began to fall apart in his arms. And even as he felt her tight, hot pussy continue to convulse around his fingers, he rasped, “I want you naked. On the bed. Now, Tessa.”

He watched her stumble over to the bed on shaky legs before sinking down onto the mattress gratefully. Her hands were trembling visibly as she unhooked that sexy bra, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. As she began to remove her shoes and stockings, Ian tended to his own clothing, undressing at a frantic, almost desperate pace.

Tessa had barely slid the shimmery scrap of her panties off her body when he was on her, pulling her legs wide apart and then ramming his cock as deeply inside of her as he could get. The scream he tore from her throat was high and long, and one of the few cells that was still functioning in his dazed brain at this moment thought what a good thing it was that this bedroom had been reinforced three times over with the best insulation available.