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Skylar

"Miss, would you like something to drink before we take off?" The air hostess pulls me from my jumbled thoughts.

"Some water, please," I say to her smiling face before moving my gaze back to the small window beside me.

So much had happened in twenty-four hours that I was still mentally struggling to understand it all. My suggestion for Ben to come and stay with me was shot to pieces by Dmitri's reminder of the danger I would put him in. In place of that, he had come up with the most ludicrous suggestion, one that currently saw me sitting in his private jet, on a runway, about to take off. Destination, you might ask. Well, none other than Spain.

Any other situation would have had me bouncing off the walls with excitement at seeing Spain for the first time and flying in a private jet, but the circumstances that brought me here put a damper on those emotions.

Dmitri's suggestion was that I accompany him as his plus-one to a week-long convention held in Spain. I had refused at first; however, Dmitri's reminder of the very real danger I was in, coupled with my lack of combat skills and my unwillingness to have his men watch me, left me with little other option. He had insisted this was the only way and that by the time we returned, his men would have installed a top-notch security system.

He, unbeknownst to me, had already discussed this with Rene, who was currently looking after the shop and would be for the next week. She had also been given the key to my house so that she could water my plants.

I had thankfully renewed my passport a year ago before moving to Willow Falls. Not for any reason other than that I just wanted to have a passport handy in case an impromptu vacation comes up. I had always wanted to travel, but this is definitely not what I had in mind.

Dmitri had left me in Ivan's capable hands yesterday after I had agreed to this arrangement to go fetch his bags and bring them back to my place. He had slept on the couch even after my insistence that he sleep in the guest room, stating that he didn't sleep much and would be more comfortable in the lounge.

We had left my place this morning after I had packed what I thought was necessary and made our way to a small airport about forty-five minutes' drive from Willow Falls.

"You should get some sleep," Dmitri says, sitting down in a seat next to me. He is eyeing my face, and I can see a glimmer of worry before he covers it with a stoic expression. I know I look like shit, with dark circles under my eyes and lifeless, dull skin.

I had had yet another bad dream last night, the same one as usual, jolting me awake, heart pounding, in the early hours of the morning. Dmitri had come rushing down the passage before hovering outside my door, asking me if I was okay. I had mumbled that it was a bad dream and nothing to worry about before he retreated quietly down the passage. I was still astonished at how acute his hearing was.

The air hostess hands me my water, barely glancing at me. She is practically eye-fucking Dmitri next to me and flirtatiously smiling at him. He seems unaffected by her and brushes her off with such ease that you could tell this was behavior he dealt with regularly. After liftoff, I release my seatbelt and close my eyes as exhaustion consumes me. Let's just hope it's a dreamless sleep.

***

Dmitri

I was having trouble concentrating. Sky had fallen asleep hours ago and, in her sleep, she had pulled her legs and sock-covered feet up onto the chair. Her whole body had pivoted to the side, with her head resting on my arm. The position looked uncomfortable for her neck, so I had gently moved her, positioning her head more on my thigh. She had snuggled into position, her head now fully on my lap and groin area, with her hands limply fisted under her chin.

I regretted the decision I made at the beginning of the flight to lift the armrests, effectively making this now one big seat. But I was a big guy, and as roomy as private jets are, I could always use more space.

Her scent was infiltrating every square inch of air around me, making it hard to breathe anything but her in. I had moved the hair that had slightly covered her face when she lay down initially, giving me a better view of her features.

Her face was relaxed, her eyes twitching now and then. Her slightly wet lips were parted, allowing her breath to gently fan my leg. My eyes trailed from her lips down her neck to the small bit of cleavage that had been created by her hands pushed together under her chin. I tear my gaze away, disgusted with myself. I was perving over this woman like a young pup, a teenager with raging hormones.

The problem was that this may very well be the most sexually arousing moment of my life. Her innocence, coupled with her scent, had my dick hard. A dick that she was currently laying her pretty head on. I shift in my seat, hoping to give myself some space. Think of something else, Dmitri, my inner voice chastises.

I nearly growl out loud as she shifts in her seat, her head inadvertently brushing against my throbbing dick. Her eyes open, and at the shock of seeing the position she is in, she bolts upright, apologizing profusely. I quickly stand up, angling my body away from view as I make up an excuse to leave.

I make my way to the toilet at the end, slamming the door shut and locking it before unzipping my jeans and freeing my hard-on. It bobs as it is liberated, begging for release. I palm my cock, thanking the Goddess that this would be quick. I stroke, back and forth, faster and faster, pre-cum dripping off the tip and landing on the floor. I lean against the side of the cabin, my head back, eyes closed as thoughts of Sky invade my mind.

Her lips on my mouth, my hands squeezing her pale tits, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, watching her face turn to one of pleasure. I trail my hands down to her core, my fingers sliding into her deliciously wet pussy. Her scent overwhelms me. I pump my dick harder and faster, as hard and fast as I imagine pumping my fingers in her. I come in reality, just as Sky unravels in my fantasy, grunting as I release into the toilet next to me.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that it takes me a moment to realize that Sky's overwhelming scent is indeed not part of my imagination. No. It is real. She is standing on the other side of the door. I inhale deeply, identifying an additional scent. I pull my pants up and rip open the door, the full scent of her arousal hitting me. She takes a step back, her eyes shooting up to mine, embarrassment at being caught written all over her face.

"I-I'm sorry," she stutters, shocked. "I just wanted to check if you are okay. You left so abruptly," she takes a step back as I take one forward.

Instead of fear, my advancement on her is just making her more worked up, hornier. I can tell from the intensity of her scent and the increasing rhythm of her heart. She would like to be dominated, I think offhandedly.

This game of advance and retreat ends with her back against the cabin door of the women's bathroom on the opposite side. I block her in, my hands slamming into the door on either side of her head.

Wide eyes remain glued to mine, prey that knows it has been caught with no way out.

"Do you need help with that?" I growl out huskily, my eyes dipping to her crotch before meeting hers again.

"I can smell you, Skylar."

Her already red cheeks deepen in color as she shakes her head vigorously.

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