Mile-High Mistress Read online

  “I like your plane,” I tell him to break the taut silence.

  He gives me a sexy smile. “I thought you might.”

  Leon doesn’t move and neither do I. Something happened between us when he took me over his knee this morning. He thinks he’s the one with all the power in the relationship.

  He might be right, but I’m willing to prove him wrong.

  I glance at his hands. They are big and masculine. They brought me to orgasm without penetrating me. I should be embarrassed over that fact, but I really want to know if he can do it again.

  I’m tempted to make the first move, but I think that might be a bad choice. I wait, impatience shimmering from me, until Leon steps into the bedroom.

  “Get undressed,” he orders me.

  I grab the hem in my fists and slowly drag the red ruby shirt up my body. I take it off and toss it on the floor. I’m standing in front of him naked, wearing only a pair of red platform heels.

  “Lie down on bed,” Leon tells me, his face sharpening with desire.

  I hide my smile and walk to the bed. No matter how much he thinks he’s in control, he can’t resist me. I recline on the dark green comforter, spreading my legs to give him a great view of my pussy.

  “No, Amaris. Get on your hands and knees.”

  I lift my head up. “What?” Hands and knees? Is he going to try and spank me again? No way. It will echo in this plane and I’m not putting up with that.

  His eyes narrow with displeasure. “Do as I say.”

  Damn. I used to be able to read Leon’s mood, but all that has changed. I want to tell him forget it, but it’s not like I can get away from him. I’m trapped in this plane with him for the next two hours.

  I reluctantly turn around and get on my hands and knees. I’m not facing him, which really puts me in a vulnerable position. My skin is hot and tingly as I wait. My muscles are locked as I tense with every sound I hear.

  Leon kneels on the bed behind me. When his hands rest on my ass, I flinch. But he’s not interested in giving me a few hard spanks. Instead, he glides his hands over my hips and legs.

  I part my legs even wider, wanting him to cup my mound and play with my clit. He ignores my obvious invitation, sliding his hands along my waist and stomach before grabbing my breasts. I arch my spine and growl deep in my throat as Leon squeezes my boobs.

  I sway my hips as he pinches my nipples. I start to moan when I hear voices downstairs. I freeze, realizing that I can hear every word Danielle and Marnie say. Can they hear me fucking Leon?

  Why should I care? I defiantly thrust my breasts into Leon’s hands. They know what I am and what I do. So what if they can hear me. Maybe if they listen real hard, they’ll pick up a few pointers.

  “Stay where you are,” Leon tells me as he gets off the bed. I look over my shoulder and watch him walk to the bedside table. He opens the drawer and takes out a bottle of lubrication.

  Uh-oh…

  Leon grabs the pillows from the head of the bed and piles them under my hips. I know I’m going to need them.

  I take a slow breath as my heart begins to race. My ass is tingling as Leon kneels behind me again. He opens the bottle and squirts out the lube. My ass cheeks tighten in anticipation, but I work very hard not to flinch when the cold lube touches my anus.

  Gritting my teeth, I rock against Leon’s hand as he rims his finger against my puckered hole. He works his fingertip inside me and it’s all I can do not to thrash under his touch.

  By the time he’s finished, the lube is leaking from my rosebud. It feels slick and wet and I try not to move. I listen as Leon unzips his pants and greases up his cock with the lube. My knees are shaking and I can’t wait another moment. I need him in me right now.

  Leon grabs my hips and drags me closer to him. I claw at the bedspread and rest my hips on the pile of pillows. I inhale slowly as I feel the tip of Leon’s cock against my anus. He presses against me. I relax my muscles just as he pushes in.

  I forget to breathe. My nerve endings are going crazy as he goes in deeper. His invasion burns at first, but by the time he fills me completely I’m wild with need.

  Leon’s fingers pinch my hips as he holds me still. He starts to withdraw and I whimper. I don’t want him to stop. He shoves into me and I groan. My voice echoes around my ears and I don’t care. I want to beg him for more, but I learned my lesson earlier today. I have to wait. Be patient.

  I don’t think I can. I rock back against him.

  He gives my ass a warning slap. It isn’t sharp but it tingles more than it should. “Patience,” he tells me.

  How patient can a woman be when she has a thick, hard cock deep in her ass? My legs are shaking, my arms trembling and I feel sweat dripping down my spine.

  Leon slowly slides out of my rosebud before sinking back in. I’m amazed, not to mention fed up, with his control. I could tighten my muscles as he sinks into me and take him over the edge, but I have something to prove to him. And to myself. I can be patient. I can stay still.

  I can be anything he wants me to be.

  Leon slides into me and retreats. Sinks deep and withdraws. Shallow strokes and then deep thrusts. I whimper and let out soft cries. His groans get louder and harsher.

  When Leon’s thrusts grew less careful and measured, I know he’s close to losing control. I can’t wait. I want all of his power and lust slamming into me.

  Leon starts to pump into my ass. Harder. Faster. My world is centered on his cock as he slides in and out. My juices are dripping down my legs, my pussy throbbing as Leon’s cock stretches my ass.

  I can’t take it anymore. I have to do something. I squeeze my buttocks as he tries to withdraw. He stills, his hands shaking against my hips. He shouts, his voice rough, as he plunges into me one last time.

  It’s all I need as the intense heat washes over me. It’s like little explosions rip through me, just under my skin. I cry out and tumble onto the bed, my mind going numb as Leon falls on top of me.

  I don’t know how long I slept, but when I wake up, I’m alone. I look around and see that I’ve been sleeping naked and sprawled face-first on the bedspread. I wonder how many people saw me like this and I blush. I don’t care who sees me naked, but I don’t like being caught off guard.

  I sit up and take off my red platform shoes and carry them along with my shirt into the bathroom. I take a long, hot shower, indulging in the luxury bath gel. I don’t step out until my fingers are wrinkled.

  Tossing my shirt on my damp body, I put on my shoes and glance at my reflection in the mirror. As a rule, I’m not seen in public unless my face is made-up, but I don’t have my cosmetic bag with me.

  Deciding I just needed to suck it up and let people see me without makeup, I step out of the bathroom and see Kyler climbing up the stairs.

  “Tell me you’ve seen the prototype,” he says in a low, rushed voice.

  “Not lately,” I answer. I should be glad that my naked face doesn’t scare him off, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice me. I think that’s worse than if he had recoiled in horror. “Why?”

  He spears his fingers through his dark hair. “We can’t find it,” he tells me. “We’ve been searching for the past ten minutes.”

  “Why are you worried? It couldn’t have gone far.”

  Kyler glares at me, but I know I’m right. He takes a deep breath. “We need your help.”

  I’m sure it hurt to say those words, but that isn’t enough for me to join the search team. There is something Kyler needs to understand about me. I’m not one of those women who volunteers for every crappy job. I don’t get involved unless I’m going to get something for my efforts.

  “I’m not getting into it,” I inform him as I head for the staircase. “Leon won’t even let me touch the damn thing. Not that I want to.”

  Kyler blocks my way down the stairs. “Listen,” he says in hushed tones. “I know what you’re capable of doing.”

  I arch my eyebrow. “I’m sure you are. The acou
stics in this plane are amazing.”

  His expression darkens. “I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about solving puzzles.”

  “No, I don’t.” Give me a crossword puzzle and I instantly get a headache. The news shows that Leon watches confuse the hell out of me, and I prefer magazines over highbrow literature.

  “I don’t know how you do it,” Kyler continues. “You appear to be in your own world and only worried about yourself.”

  I make a face. “Is this your way of asking for help?”

  “But you might see what we’re missing.”

  “Forget it, Kyler.” I push his arm away and walk down the steps. “I’m going to sit down, relax and drink heavily. You’re welcome to join me.”

  He clasps his fingers around my arm. That stops me in my tracks. I always get the sense that Kyler restrains himself from touching me. As if one touch would be enough to unleash the animal inside him. I feel his heat and strength through my sleeve. I’m tempted to rub my breast against his arm, but I’m not going to push my luck.

  “Let me see if I can explain it in the most basic terms,” he says through clenched teeth. “Leon is risking everything on this product. If he loses this prototype, he loses his shirt.”

  My muscles tense. “You mean…”

  “He loses all of his money and you’ll lose the lifestyle you have quickly become accustomed to.”

  “Well, why didn’t you say that in the first place?” I ask as I shake off his hand and stomp down the stairs. I hear Kyler’s sigh of frustration. So what if I sound cold and mercenary? I know that Leon wouldn’t lift a finger to help me unless he got something out of it.

  I slowly walk through the plane, watching Danielle moving bottles and glassware from the chrome bar. Marnie glances up from her computer, her shoulders tense. She gives me a dirty look and then returns her attention to her laptop screen.

  Walking into the sitting area, I see Leon tossing the pillow and cushions from the sofas as Jason looks under every surface. The TV is on, loudly announcing the news. It doesn’t help the tense atmosphere. If anything, it makes it worse.

  Kyler and I go into the dining area. I put my hands on my hips and survey the room. I know the prototype isn’t here and I’m not going to waste my time looking for it.

  “Okay,” I say to Kyler quietly, “let’s first establish who had the means to take it.”

  “What are you talking about?” he asks as he looks through the built-in cabinetry that holds some dazzling silverware. “We lost it.”

  “Bullshit. As grand as this plane is, you can’t lose a device like that. It’s not pocket-sized.”

  “The next one will be,” he mutters as he continues to look through the cabinets.

  “So I’ve been told. Would you stop looking through the cabinets?” I ask, unable to hide my annoyance. “Those guys did not lose it in there. You need to face the facts—someone took this prototype.”

  He closes the cabinet doors and dips his head. “Damn.”

  “I can’t believe you didn’t think of that first.” Kyler is suspicious of everyone and everything.

  “I know,” he says as he rises to his full height. “I guess I didn’t want to believe it. Everyone on this plane is someone we need to trust. Jason, Marnie, you…”

  “And you,” I point out.

  He casts a withering look in my direction. “I didn’t take it.”

  I pause and study his face. He’s too gorgeous for his own good. He can use his looks to get away with a lot, but I can see right through him. “I believe you.”

  He tilts his head and smiles. “It took you too long to decide that.”

  “I think you are simply bidding your time before you make a move against Leon.”

  His eyes widen and it takes some effort for him to regain his blank expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  I roll my eyes. “I won’t get into it right now. We don’t have that much time before we land, right?”

  He glances at his watch. “We have about a half an hour.”

  “Do you think Jason took the prototype?” I whisper. “It’s kind of a ballsy move. I don’t know why he would risk it.”

  Kyler looks into the sitting area, watching Jason look for the Scorpion. “Maybe because this prototype is going to revolutionize consumer electronics as we know it.”

  “Okay,” I drawl, “I have no idea what that means, but it sounds like a good motive. You’ll need proof before you accuse him.”

  Kyler rubs his hands over his face. “Have any idea how we can get proof?”

  “We need to eliminate the other possibilities first. What about Marnie?” I ask. “She could have grabbed it.”

  Kyler shakes his head. “She had plenty of opportunity to grab it before this trip. Anyway, Marnie acts like a guard dog. She will do anything to protect Leon.”

  I sensed that myself. “Then the only person is Danielle.”

  “Who?”

  “The flight attendant.” I jerk my thumb in the direction of the kitchen. “In fact, she would be the one with the best opportunity to take it. She goes back and forth all the time, picking things up, putting things down. She does it so smoothly that no one notices what she does.”

  “That makes a lot of sense,” Kyler agrees, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “But why would she do it?”

  Does he really expect me to connect all the dots? I have no idea why Danielle would take the Scorpion, but I start throwing out the usual reasons. “Money? Revenge?”

  “Revenge?” Kyler gives me a look of disbelief.

  “She’s slept with Leon,” I tell him casually. “She probably didn’t get anything by offering that perk other than a good time. This could be payback.” The moment I say it, I know it doesn’t sound right. “Then again, she still wants him.”

  Kyler makes a face. “How do you know all that?”

  “It’s all in the body language,” I explain. I’m surprised Kyler didn’t pick up on how attentive the flight attendant has been. “Has anyone looked in the kitchen?”

  “Danielle has.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Danielle is sounding more and more like our culprit. “Let’s go take a look ourselves.” I motion for him to follow me.

  I stroll to the kitchen, sensing the men’s gazes on my ass as I walk through the sitting area. I would have given a suggestive wiggle of my hips, but I still don’t trust myself in these shoes.

  We step into the kitchen and are immediately stopped at the doorway by Danielle. Her hand rests on the doorframe, blocking our way with her arm. “May I help you?”

  What is it about women and their territory on this plane? “We want to look for the prototype in the kitchen,” I inform the flight attendant. I make a move but she doesn’t drop her arm.

  Her eyes narrow into slits. “I’ve already looked here.”

  “But we haven’t,” I tell her.

  Danielle gives me a look that could kill. “What are you suggesting?”

  “I’m sure this is a waste of time,” Kyler interrupts, “but I need to assure Leon that I’ve looked through every inch of this airplane.”

  Danielle’s mouth twists in anger. “Fine. Suit yourself.” She moves away from the entrance, knocking my shoulder hard with hers and keeps walking without a backward glance.

  “What was that about?” Kyler asks.

  I rub my sore shoulder. “Women don’t like me.”

  “Really?” Kyler asks drily as he starts opening drawers. “I can’t imagine why with your charming personality.”

  “They’re simply threatened.” It’s because they follow the rules and I don’t. They think the rules are going to protect or reward them, and that is never going to happen.

  Kyler doesn’t respond to my explanation. “Start looking,” he says, opening the cabinet doors.

  I’m surprised that the kitchen galley is so small. This plane was designed to make everything big and impressive, from the TV sets to the bed. Why didn’t they take that idea
and improve the kitchen, I wonder as I pull open drawers.

  I step back and bump into Kyler. “Sorry,” I mutter. I realize that my spine is resting against his chest. It’s a very impressive chest, too. Muscular, lean and warm.

  I try to move away, but I don’t have much room to maneuver. I open another drawer as I see Kyler’s hands reaching for a cabinet above me. I instinctively duck, slapping my hands on the counter.

  My ass digs into Kyler. I widen my eyes as my bare skin rubs against the rough fabric of his pants. His cock is hard and pressing against my cleft. Heat ripples through my body and I swear his cock swells against me.

  Kyler freezes. Without looking, I know my shirt is riding above my hip. He’s seen me half-naked before, but he’s never touched me like this. Can he see the red marks left by Leon’s hands? Does it turn him on? Does he want to leave his mark on me, too?

  I bite my lip before the moan of anticipation escapes. I should do the smart thing by straightening to my full height and backing away. But I can’t help it. I rock against Kyler’s cock.

  He is hard, thick and long. My knees tremble as my hot core clenches tightly. I wish he could grab my hips and drive into me. I know he would take me with raw power and I would love every moment of it.

  I look up and see Kyler take his hand off of the cabinet door. I rock harder against his cock, smiling as a tremor sweeps through his hand. My breath is caught in my throat as I wait for his next move.

  “This isn’t working,” Kyler announces in a low, hoarse voice before he pushes away from me.

  I hate to admit it, but I agree. I straighten and pull down the hem of my shirt. If I stay in the kitchen one more minute with Kyler, I might strip his pants off and play with his cock. Normally I wouldn’t have a problem with that but Kyler isn’t offering me something in return.

  Anyway, Kyler is dangerous to me. Not just as a man, but he’s too close to Leon. Screwing with Kyler would screw with my cushy little life.

  “I’ll go sit down,” I offer, scooting to the doorway, doing my best not to look at him.