Free Friendly Persuasion by Dawn Atkins Page A

slowly and deliciously deeper into her, the way he’d entered her the night before. None of the usual questions plagued her. Is this too fast? Too rough? Am I jiggling? Ross’s face told her she was doing great.
    “You feel so good,” he said. He slid his hands under her jacket to cup her breasts through her bra, watching her face as he squeezed her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
    “Oh,” she said, alive with the heat of it. Now she rocked and moaned and he groaned and thrust, paying no mind to the “passengers” watching from behind. The fantasy was fading as she became absorbed in sensation, so she fought to stay in character. “We try to make our first-class passengers feel special,” she said, feeling as if she might faint.
    Ross went deep inside her, pushing upward hard, making her ache deliciously. One of his hands left her breasts, slid under her hiked-up skirt and found her spot.
    “Oh,” she said, freezing for a second. That felt so good. As though he knew exactly what she needed. She leaned down to kiss him in gratitude, but it turned hungry and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. She felt another climax approaching. She’d never been one for two at a time—why be greedy? And the second one took work. But not this time. This was easy as breathing.
    The pressure built and built until she exploded. Ross’s spasms began, too, and they rocked together. Light flashed behind her lids and she lost control of her movements for a few seconds.
    When it was over, she dropped her cheek onto the top of Ross’s head, holding his face against her chest, loving the smell of his hair and its texture, his hot breath on her breasts, the way he was a stranger and someone she knew at the same time.
    “That was great,” Ross said, gasping for breath.
    “It was, wasn’t it?” She’d been worried the fantasy would fall flat, seem silly, but it had worked magnificently, even better with Ross’s improvisation. It had been different than Miguel and Katherine, but equally good. Maybe even more intense because they’d gone at it deliberately, both of them with the eager intent to please the other. “I couldn’t wait for Saturday, so I made it tonight.”
    “I love it when you get impatient. When I saw you in that uniform, I thought I was hallucinating,” Ross said. “Where did you get it?”
    She sat up and leaned back so she could see his face. “I borrowed it from a Desert Airline agent.”
    “Did she know what you had in mind?”
    “I said it was a practical joke.”
    “That was no joke.” He winked at her affectionately. Very Ross.
    And just like that, Angel disappeared, leaving Kara straddling Ross with no underwear on.
    Quickly she slid off his lap and into the aisle. Ross zipped up while she pulled up her panties and straightened her suit. Then she resumed her Angel role. “We know you have a choice when you fly, Mike. Thank you for choosing Desert Air. Enjoy your stay in the Phoenix area, or wherever your ultimate destination may be.”
    “You’ve spoiled me forever for coach,” he said, climbing into the aisle. “From now on, it’s first-class or stay at home.”
    “I’m so glad,” she said.
    He patted her bottom as he passed her and headed down the stairs. She watched him head off across the hangar. From the top step, she took a deep breath of the spring air, enjoying the strings of yellow and blue runway lights with their glowing halos. A departing plane roared overhead, making everything seem to vibrate. The airport had always been an exciting place to her, but now it would never be the same.
    It wasn’t until Ross turned and blew her a kiss from the door to the terminal that she realized they hadn’t talked about what this meant. Were they done? Was it over? It should be, but oh, how she longed for more.



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    B RIGHT AND EARLY Monday morning, Kara put the plastic airline wings on Ross’s drafting table with “Fly united—Angela” on a note—pleased at how coolly casual it