Chapter Forty Six
Brad struggled for composure. His stomach knotted. He felt hot and sweaty and his hands were trembling. And for once, he was at a loss for words.
“Is– Is that what you want?” he finally managed, sounding stupidly juvenile.
She didn’t answer. Only took his hand and led him back to where the bar dominated an open space in the rear of the plane. She set her handbag down and turned her back to him. “Undress me.”
Jack followed the curve of her spine with the zipper tab. Once she had placed her dress on the bar, she was back in his arms. “I’ll do it any way you want, but please. You can’t get me pregnant.”
Jack quickly agreed. “I won’t c*m inside you.”
“But I want you inside,” she said sweetly, tilting her head, and dropping her hands between his thighs, she got his p***s
