The private plane, or should I say jet, was bigger than I had expected and had a few rooms in it with beds, not just bathrooms or staff quarters.
Dario asked if I wanted to lie down, but I was too hyped up at first, and decided on a movie to stop me from being a kid and checking out every door, drawer and space on the jet after I was given a brief tour.
I awoke to him going to lift me up.
“OK. OK. I’m up. Not asleep at all and going to the bathroom first.” He just gave me that sexy smirk as he followed me to the bathroom. “I don’t need you to hold my hand.”
He just chuckled and lay on the king-size bed.
When I come back out, he pulled me down onto the bed and positioned me the way he wanted me. Head on chest, arm over his chest and leg over his. Yep, used to the man handling into p
