Free Touch (Sovereign Book 1) by BJ Harvey Page A

flared glass to my lips and relished in the delicious bitterness. Ten minutes later, I was looking at the bottom of the crystal glass with a warm flush covering my skin and an unmistakable ache between my legs. An ache that only a hard pulsing cock thrusting inside me could fix.
    I racked my brain for a way to approach him, needing to sate my desperate lust that grew stronger as every minute and mile passed. The clock on the TV screen in front of me showed there were only forty-five minutes of flight time left—plenty of opportunity for a shake-n-hump maneuver in the restroom.
    Just as I was about to get up from my seat, the inflight phone in front of me lit up, announcing, “Seat 1B calling.” My heart started to thump hard against my chest and I suddenly felt nervous as I lifted the handset and brought it up to my ear.
    “Hello?” I asked huskily.
    He chuckled before speaking. His deep baritone voice made my panties spontaneously combust. “Ms. 3F, how was the martini?”
    “Very much appreciated, Mr. Matthews.”
    “Made to your satisfaction then?” Hearing him say satisfaction tugged at my desire more than any drink ever could. His voice alone invoked images in my mind of his body pressing into mine as he whispered dirty nothings in my ear and thrust deep and emptied himself inside of me. 
    “Anything dirty is always pleasing,” I replied, unabashedly.
    “A woman after my own heart,” he said on a laugh.
    “Not your heart I was thinking of,” I replied without hesitation; any ounce of decorum I’d had left had disappeared in the last sip of the cocktail. A gasp came from beside me, the elderly woman sitting in the next seat glaring at me in disgust when I turned toward her. Thankfully his voice in my ear stopped me from saying something I’d regret.
    “Now you’ve just proven that I read you right.”
    “And what did you read?”
    “That you’re a woman who knows exactly what’s she’s got and what she wants,” he stated matter-of-factly.
    “Not hard to pick considering you caught me checking out your ass.”
    “Indeed. I’ve always admired a woman who isn’t afraid to show her appreciation for my assets.”
    I laughed at that, enjoying the freedom in the way he spoke to me. “I can only comment on that particular asset, and it’s definitely one to be proud of.”
    “Duly noted,” he replied, sounding amused.
    “So did you only call to assure yourself that I enjoyed your dirty beverage?”.
    “I wanted to hear whether the voice matched the sexy package,” he returned. 
    “And how do I measure up?” I asked
    “That’s something you show rather than tell.”
    “And how would you show me?” The conversation was headed in the right direction, but by then I wanted more, needed more.
    “That would take a lot more than the forty minutes left in the flight, Ms. Jacobs.”
    I gasped in surprise. There is no way he could’ve had the time to look me up, let alone identify me. “How do you—”
    “I’m an enterprising man, Alyssa. I make it my business to find out everything I can about people I’m interested in.”
    “A man who sees what he wants and goes for it?” I asked.
    “Precisely.”
    “Interesting,” I muse.
    “You have no idea.”
    “So, pray tell, how is this going to work?” I asked, interested in exactly what he might’ve had in mind.
    “How do you want it work?” he shot back, his voice dropping lower.
    “Oh no, buddy. This is your show; how about you make the moves and I be the one to decide whether to let you act on them.” Yes, my flirting game was in top form after that martini—just the boost I’d needed.
    “If I had my way, I’d be following you inconspicuously to the restroom in about five minutes’ time where I’d proceed to spin you around to face the mirror. I’d grip your chin and turn your face to mine so I could kiss you while my other hand disappeared up your dress as you begged me to touch you.”
    My breathing became erratic, his words