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Mile High Club
Mile High Club
Mile High Club
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“Turn around,” he whispered into her ear.

She knew what was coming, but she was in a daze. She didn’t think about the consequences, not any more.

She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep quiet, and when he lined himself up with her entrance and then pushed inside, she stifled a moan as best she could...

Blake Prince isn't your average guy. He carries two things with him: a bible and a gun. Oh, and a no-limit black card. So three things.

After he practically ripped a guy's arm right off to save me, along with an entire plane-full of people, I thought it was a little one-and-done thing that I'd maybe lose my job over.

Imagine my surprise when I found out precisely how not-done my "one" was. I'll give you one little hint: it involves two pink lines...

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Release dateSep 30, 2018
ISBN9780463171684
Mile High Club

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    Mile High Club - Amy Faye

    Mile High Club

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    Amy Faye

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    His fingers found the waistband of her panties next. He pulled them away from her and his hand slipped inside. His fingers were thick and powerful, but the skin was smooth. A contradiction, in some senses. He looked like the kind of man whose fingers ought to be rough and calloused.

    Those soft fingers worked their way through her pubic hair—hair she would have shaved, if she’d expected anything like this, but the truth was that she hadn’t. Then he found the peak of her womanhood, and probed it gently with the tip of a finger. Tested it. And she found that she wanted him to keep testing. Keep searching. Because if this was what it started off as, then she wasn’t sure where it was going to end up except that it was precisely what she’d been missing out on.

    He didn’t stop. His hands kept creeping lower, deeper, until he managed to find her wet, waiting entrance, and he eased one of those thick fingers inside. Lara gasped. Something about the need to be quiet built the whole thing up inside her. The knowledge that there was someone right there only a few feet away, in every direction.

    His finger pushed into her deeper. Deeper still. Until it felt like it was all the way inside, filling her up entirely. If this was what a finger was like, what was his cock going to feel like?

    He pulled back a little, then pushed in again. His movements were slow and measured. Never fast, never anything but smooth and easy. And yet, Lara could feel an orgasm already starting to build up to a head. He pulled her other nipple into his mouth. This time he didn’t satisfy himself with a soft kiss and a circle of his tongue. His teeth bit in, hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to feel impossibly, wonderfully pleasant, too.

    Lara let out a gasp and bit her thumb. It made it easier to stop herself letting out a noise as she felt herself tighten around his finger. As she rode out the waves of an orgasm his finger inside her curled and bent and pressed, still pumping in and out. Searching for the spot inside her that would drive her even more wild. And then he found it.

    The orgasm deepened, her pussy squeezing down even harder. Like she was trying to squeeze the life out of the man between her thighs through his fingers. When he withdrew his hand from her panties, it was like losing a friend.

    Turn around, he whispered into her ear. She did, without really thinking about it. She knew what was coming, but she was in a daze. She didn’t think about the consequences, not any more. She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep quiet, and when he lined himself up with her entrance and then pushed inside, she stifled a moan as best she could…

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    You made it, Lara said; she made no effort to hide the teasing surprise in her voice as the Greg stepped in, wearing his uniform. He gave a sunny smile that she knew was just as sarcastic.

    I thought of seeing you, Lara, and I just… it was so tempting to miss the flight.

    How would we ever live without our best pilot?

    I don’t know. It’s a big company, I’m sure that they could find someone.

    Your vote of confidence is very reassuring, I must say.

    It’s just my sunny personality, he said. Ten minutes to get settled and we’ll get started with the pre-flight stuff. So go make sure the passengers are settled, alright?

    Of course, Lara answered. It was a struggle not to punch him in the face. Then again, their history was as ancient enough to be in a textbook somewhere in rural middle-America. She was over it, and she wasn’t mad. After all, why would she be? There was nothing to be mad about. Right?

    So she stood up and walked to the front of the passenger cabin, and ignored him and his lazy attitude.

    A quick scan of first class told her everything she really needed to know: they were annoyed at the delays. Some of them probably thought that the staff were enjoying it, somehow. And maybe Greg was, in his own perverse way. But she wasn’t, and neither were any of the others. The longer they waited in the spot, the longer that other planes had to wait to get into the terminal.

    And of course, she didn’t know about the other girls, but she had a transfer to make to get back out of that dusty hell as soon as possible. A transfer that it was looking more and more like she was going to miss. That was an understood risk of flying. But it still burned her ass that she was going to have to spend even more time in Damascus than was absolutely necessary.

    Lara pulled the scarf around her head. It was uncomfortable and it was insulting. The stewardess didn’t judge women who preferred to wear it. But to be told that she had to wear it… well, that was a different question altogether. Still, it wasn’t like it was a government thing. The airline thought it would be real respectful to the Syrian people. Was it respectful to her?

    She let out a long breath and tugged at it again.

    You look uncomfortable, a man said. She looked down at him. He was handsome, from what she could see. Broad jaw and an easy smile. But he had a hat on, covering the top of his head. The sides were cut severe and short. A pair of sunglasses covered his eyes.

    I’m fine, Lara answered.

    If you’ve got any trouble, let me know, okay?

    Are you some kind of federal marshal or something?

    Something, he said, and laid his head back. His hand dropped from where it had risen as she passed, and she turned back. There was still a long checklist to go down before they could take off, and parts of it did involve her. Even if she could have done her part twenty times over.

    He wasn’t the best-looking man she’d ever seen, she told herself. It was silly to think that he was. There was a thought in the back of her head, though, one that told her that there weren’t that many men better-looking, and she hadn’t even seen his eyes.

    Even just asking after her was unusual, but the way that he did it was the most unusual part of it. Absolute confidence. Like she was obviously going to come to him for help if she had some. Like he was used to taking care of her.

    But there weren’t supposed to be any marshals on the flight. They were supposed to announce themselves before the plane took off, so that nobody freaked out when they pulled out a gun. The notion that he might have had a pistol on his

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