Free His Flight Plan by Yvette Hines Page A

lady before him was different. In many ways from all other women he had been with before. She made him want to protect her, be better, and give her the world on a silver platter. Not because she couldn’t afford to get her own platter. Hell, she probably had access to more money than he could imagine through her parents. He wanted to be her man and provide for her. The intense feeling to call Kiera his was something new to him. Even in his past long-term relationships he’d always been able to guard his heart, keep a part of himself separate, but she made things different somehow.
    “What?” She picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth twice.
    Lifting a brow, he questioned her word.
    “You’re staring at me. Do I have sauce on my chin or something?” She lifted a hand and patted her scarf as if ensuring it was in place.
    He smiled. “You’re perfect. I enjoy looking at you.”
    “Do you?” She set her slice down and picked up her water bottle and drank from it.
    “Yes.” He picked up the box and set it on her coffee table. “Want to know something else?” Claiming her bottle, he screwed the top on it and placed it and his own drink on the table as well.
    Her hazel eyes became more green than brown as they began to brighten with desire as she intuitively picked up on his shift in mood. “What’s that?”
    “I’m ready for the next round of loving.” He grasped the hem of her grotesque gown and began to inch it up her thighs. “You remember I had plans for tasting you.”
    She allowed him to press her back toward the carpet. “I would think you’re too full after all the pizza you scarfed down.”
    “Oh, but that just means I’m even more ready for my dessert.” After he settled the flannel against her belly, leaving the lower half of her body revealed to him, he parted her knees. Once again, he was in the perfect position to gaze upon the splendor of her pussy. The brown lips of her sex were swollen with need, but what truly captivated his attention was seeing the pink tint of her inner folds drenched with her cream—evidence of her arousal.
    It thrilled him how much she desired him. His dick, hard in his boxer briefs, twitched, anxious to slip inside her tight pussy a second time. However, it would have to wait a while because he was going to take his time between her supple thighs. He was planning to enjoy himself like a starving man, making her breakfast, lunch, and dinner. A lust-hungry man’s buffet.
    Fingering a lock of his hair that had fallen over his forehead, she twirled it around. “Let me not be the kind of woman who stands in the way of a man treating himself.”
    Peeking up at her briefly, he winked, then stretched out before her sex as he took hold of her thighs and settled his weight on his elbows. Her fragrance enthralled him—a heady musk, both pungent and sweet—it beckoned him to taste her.
    Obeying his craving, he lowered his head and flattened his tongue against her pussy, then drug it up toward her clit, ensuring he got a substantial amount of her cream. At her tiny, stiff nubbin, he drew it into his mouth and sucked it hard, once, and then pulled away.
    Kiera moaned and thrust her hips up as she parted her thighs wider.
    Smiling at her response, he licked his lips, collecting more of the sublime flavor of her pussy. “Get ready for a long, slow ride.”
    She raised her head from the floor and gazed down her body at him. “Oh, nooo…you’re planning to torture me.”
    He flicked his tongue over the tip of her clit. “Yes, sweet lady, but I’ll reward you with mind-blowing pleasure at the end.”
    “Promises, promises.” She dropped her head back as she sighed playfully.
    Not responding with words, he proved with his mouth how well he kept his promises.
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    “Here you go, Mr. Reese.”
    Drake watched his brother hand the stack of papers to Mr. Branson’s lawyer over the coffee table, the contract now signed. This time they all met in the business mogul’s