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  “It is.” She smiles, shaking the hand of the pilot and then introducing me.

  “Nice to meet you,” I say, shaking the pilot’s hand before following Barbie into the plane.

  Inside the plane, there are four captain’s chairs with a table, a leather couch, coffee table, and a big screen television, and there’s another room in the rear which is a bedroom. We are greeted by a single flight attendant, holding a tray with two glasses of champagne, as we take our seats.

  “Wow. I can’t get over this.”

  “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” She looks around while we sip our champagne, and I still don’t know what else to say, so I let her do the talking. “My dad did well in the tech industry back in the nineties, and I was an only child. When he passed away, he left me everything.”

  Suddenly, I feel inadequate. I thought Hunter and I had done well with Eye Candy Handymen, but our wealth doesn’t compare to the money that Barbie’s from.

  “Can I get you two anything else before we take off?”

  “Nothing right now, Sherry. Garrett and I will be fine with the champagne.”

  “I’ll bring you your usual drink once the plane reaches altitude, ma’am,” the flight attendant says, before taking her seat just behind the cockpit.

  The plane only has a short taxi as the engine roars to life, and we lift off the ground. It’s rockier than normal because of the size of the plane, and I try to play it cool so I don’t look like a tool in front of Barbie. About fifteen minutes into the flight, we level off and the flight attendant brings over two vodka gimlets. Barbie doesn’t say anything at first, waiting for the woman to disappear into the front galley.

  Barbie climbs into my lap with her legs dangling over the side. “I really missed you this week, Garrett.”

  “I missed you too. You have no idea how much.” I place my hands on her face and lean in for a kiss. Soft at first, exploring every dip and ridge of her mouth before pushing my tongue inside and tasting her.

  When she pulls away, I realize how much I missed her lips. I missed her smell. I missed her touch.

  “Have you joined the mile-high club?” she whispers in my ear, and my cock stands at attention.

  “No. I’ve never had that pleasure.” It’s been on my bucket list for years, but with all the new in-flight regulations, it put a damper on my ability to cross it off the list. But a private plane makes everything easier at thirty thousand feet, including fucking.

  She stands up and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the bedroom. She pushes me inside and turns toward the flight attendant, holding the door in her hand. “Sherry, we’re going to lie down for a bit. We’ve had a long day. Please wake us thirty minutes before we land.”

  “Will do, ma’am.”

  Barbie closes the door and pushes me down on the bed before she pounces. She grabs my hands and places them on her chest. I don’t need to be told twice what to do as I undo the buttons on her blouse. She lets it slide off her shoulder, exposing the most perfect pair of lace-covered tits I’ve ever seen. She reaches back behind her to undo her bra, but I stop her. “Let me enjoy them just like this,” I tell her, lying flat on the bed with her on top of me.

  She grinds her pussy against my already stiff cock as I fondle her breasts, paying careful attention to her nipples that are straining to break free. I don’t know who’s getting teased more, her or me. My cock is in serious need of some action after days without anything. I can’t remember the last time I went so long without getting fucked, but I don’t want anyone but Barbie anymore. She’s ruined me.

  She leans forward, shoving my face between her cleavage. I’m almost suffocating, but I’m not complaining. If I had to pick a way to go, this would be it.

  “Suck my nipples, Garrett. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the wicked things your mouth does to me.”

  I push her bra to the side, exposing her perfectly erect nipple. I lick my lips, the excitement in the air almost electric before swiping my tongue across the hard peak. She moans at the contact, grinding her pussy harder against my denim-covered cock. Fuckin’ clothes. I suck in her nipple, flicking it with my tongue and loving it the same way I do her clit. I take her nipple between my teeth, biting it gently, and she gasps.

  My cock jerks in my pants, trying to crawl through the material to get inside her. She pulls at my shirt and I lean forward, letting her pull it over my head. She pushes me back down before rolling next to me.

  I climb on top of her, sliding between her legs and kissing her. Her hands find my pants and unbutton them without fumbling. She pulls at my zipper and yanks down my pants before my cock springs free. I dip my hands underneath her skirt, expecting to rip off her panties, but she’s bare and ready.

  “You don’t have on panties,” I murmur against her lips, feeling her wetness on the tip of my cock as I slide back between her legs.

  “Nope. But I think I want to ride you right now. I need to fuck you.”

  I’m a gentleman and will give her anything she wants. I roll on to my back with the tip of my cock still inside her pussy and pull her on top of me. She spears herself, slamming her pussy down the length of my cock. Her pussy offers little resistance as she starts to grind against me, and my cock slips deep inside.

  “Fuck,” she moans. “I missed this cock, Garrett.” She rocks her hips back and forth, taking all of me, sucking every inch I have to offer inside her body. She places her hands on my chest, grinding her hips hard against mine. Her eyes roll back and she tips her head backward, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

  She changes the motion, moving her hips in a circle, and my cock touches every spot inside her warm, wet pussy. She moves up and down and then back around, my length sliding in and out of her as she crashes down onto my hips. I pull her down to me and hold her hips as I fuck her back. I pound into her pussy with punishing thrusts.

  “Come for me, Garrett. Come in me,” she begs.

  I roll her over and take control. If I am going to come in her, I want to be buried as deep as I can be, and this position just isn’t doing it. I loop my arms behind her knees, pushing her legs up to her shoulders and sliding deeper inside her. The strokes are slow and deep at first, but I can only hold out so long. When my limbs start to shake, I take that pussy like I own it. I slam into her, letting my balls bounce off her ass with each thrust.

  I’m so close I can feel every muscle in my body start to tighten and come alive. “Are you sure you want me to come in you?”

  “Yes, baby, I want to feel you. I want to feel your come in me,” she says, grabbing me by the hair and bringing my face to hers before sealing my lips in a deep kiss.

  I pump into her faster and faster as I reach my release. My cock’s buried as deep as it will go as the orgasm rips through me, and I plant my seed deep inside her.

  She digs her nails into my back, bucking against my cock as she follows me into the abyss.I collapse on top of her with every muscle in my body still shaking and try to catch my breath. I pull her to my side, and she curls into me, our limbs tangled and our bodies a sweaty mess before we both pass out.

  6

  We spent the entire weekend doing touristy things when we weren’t fucking. She took me to Santa Monica to watch the sunset, hit Rodeo Drive, and we even spent some time at her club discussing how she wanted the one in Florida to look.

  The best part of the entire weekend was waking up next to her each morning —and making love to her every chance I got.

  I’d fallen for her. I knew before the plane even landed in California that I was in love with Barbie. I don’t know how it happened or what it is about her exactly that made me crave being with her, but I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’m completely and utterly in love.

  By the time the wheels of the jet touched down in Tampa late Sunday night, I knew I wanted more than just a fuck. I want what we had all weekend…every fucking day of my life.

  Monday morning, Hunter is waiting at Barbie’s club for me. I know
I look like shit when I pull up. Cross-country travel and a fuck fest to rival the best porno productions have me wiped out. Hunter doesn’t say anything about my appearance, but he does have a shit-eating grin on his face like he knows I’m in love and he was right all along.

  “When can we meet with Barbie?” Hunter asks when we’re standing inside the space that we’re going to renovate.

  “Lemme call her and ask.” I take a few steps away from him so he doesn’t overhear my conversation as the phone rings. “Hey, Barbie,” I say when she answers, glancing over my shoulder to make sure he hasn’t snuck up behind me.

  “Hey, baby. What’s up?”

  “Hunter and I have the drawings complete for your reno. We just need to go over them with you and get your okay. What’s a good time to get together?”

  “How about six in my hotel room. I can pick up some Chinese, and we can look them over while we eat. Does that sound okay?”

  “Perfect. We’ll see you tonight, then. Love you,” I say, and my stomach drops. I’ve never said those words to her before, and they just came out. I’ve heard Hunter say the same thing to Cybill a hundred times on the phone, and it just fucking slipped. How am I going to backtrack now? That’s not a phrase you can take back.

  There’s a few seconds of silence, and I start to sweat.

  “I mean… Um…” I stammer, and she still isn’t speaking, so I go on, making shit worse. “Fuck. I don’t know what I mean.” I pause, waiting for a response, and thankfully, she lets me off the hook.

  “I love you too, Garrett. See you tonight.” She giggles softly before hanging up.

  Hunter punches me in the shoulder, and I rock sideways. “What in the fuck, dude! Did you just say love you?” His mouth is hanging open, and I’m in just as much shock as he is.

  I have two options. Fess up to being in love, or play it off like it’s no big deal. I go with option number two. “Shut up, dick. What’s so shocking about that? I’ve said it to other people before.”

  “Oh, please. You’ve never uttered those words to another person besides your mother.”

  I walk away, dragging my hands through my damp hair. I’ve never been so nervous about anything in my life. I hope I didn’t fuck everything up by dropping the L word on her. “Whatever, man. She’s a really cool chick, owns her own businesses, lets me do my thing, and she’s a total nympho. She’s perfect for me.”

  “Yeah, well, her letting you do your own thing will be your downfall. You can’t keep your dick to one woman. We’ll see how long she puts up with your shit,” Hunter chuckles.

  “She gives me enough pussy. I don’t need to chase any skirts.” I grab the drawing from his hands and head toward the entrance. “I’ll call you later and let you know how she likes the plans.”

  “I thought you wanted me to come too,” he yells as I’m halfway out the door.

  “Fuck off. I’m going alone,” I tell him because I don’t need his negativity around me right now. Plus, I need to be alone with Barbie after what I just blurted out over the phone. I slap myself in the face because it was a rookie move. I didn’t want the first time to be over the phone. I’m a fucking idiot.

  When I arrive at Barbie’s hotel room, I’m a freaking mess. All day I worried that she’ll put an end to us after I tossed the L word out there, but instead she has Chinese food and a beer waiting for me on the table.

  “Hey, about today…” I say, pulling her body into mine as soon as I walk through the door. “It came out of nowhere.”

  She laughs softly, and I can’t read if she thinks I’m a funny asshole or a cute, loveable dude.

  “Well, not really. I don’t want to scare you away, Barbie.”

  “You couldn’t scare me away, Garrett.” She grabs my crotch and gives my dick a tight squeeze. “I liked you for your cock, but…” I place a finger over her lips, quieting her.

  My heart’s beating so fast I wonder if she can hear it, but I don’t let it stop me from saying what needs to be said. If she rejects me, so be it. I can’t go on like she’s a casual fuck when she’s more. “Lemme finish this, Barbie. I have to say it. I’ve fallen in love with you. When I’m with you, I’m happy. When I’m away from you, you’re all I think about. Fuck, I’ve never felt like this about anyone. I never believed in love at first sight, but I have been hooked on you since I laid eyes on you.”

  She smiles up at me and snakes her arms around my neck. “I hadn’t expected to hear those words out of your mouth so soon, but I feel the same way.”

  “I love you, and I want to be with you every night. I love waking up with you in my arms, like this weekend in California. I want that every day. I’ve never wanted anything this bad in my life.”

  She gazes into my eyes and toys with the small hairs near the nape of my neck. “I do too. I’ll hire a manager for the club in California so I can be here full time and be with you.”

  “You’d do that?” I ask in complete awe of her willingness to move across the country for me.

  “I would, Garrett. I don’t want to spend that much time away from you, and I’ll need to be here to get this club launched right too. We could go out on weekends once a month to get away and enjoy California while I check in on the club, but I’d rather be here in Tampa with you from now on.”

  “You can move in with me.” I hardly believe the words as they come out of my mouth. I never thought I’d share my space with anyone, especially willingly, but I said it, and I’m not taking that shit back.

  “I’ll have to see your place before I say yes to that. I’m not living in a dive, G. I have a certain lifestyle, and I’d like to keep it.”

  “Baby.” I lean forward and brush my lips against hers. “I live on the beach with the most amazing view of the Gulf of Mexico. I don’t live in a shitty shack. I have a killer place, and you’ll love it.”

  “You know what I want?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

  “What?”

  “I want to suck your cock and know that I brought you to your knees.”

  Fuck. This is why I love Barbie. She’s a dirty-talking temptress. She’s every man’s dream. She loves sucking cock, and she’s damn good at it too. Why she wasn’t taken before me, I’ll never be able to understand.

  I push down on her shoulders, happy to give her exactly what she wants. “Put it in your mouth, baby.”

  She makes quick work of my jeans and yanks them down to my knees before wrapping her lips around my dick and sucking the tip to the back of her throat. My body rocks forward, and I’m unable to control the moan that escapes my lips. The feel of her mouth is so incredible that I can’t even put it into words. There’s no way to describe it other than absolute fucking perfection.

  I tangle my fingers in her long black hair, staring down at her as she sucks my cock and cups my balls, lightly twisting them in her palm. I can barely focus from the sensation as she deep-throats me.

  She moans against my length, sending a shiver through my body. I won’t last, no matter how badly I don’t want this to end. Hunter’s a fool if he thinks I’d do anything to fuck this up. Who wants just any woman, when you can have the best one in the goddamn world?

  Epilogue

  TEN MONTHS LATER

  “I never thought I’d see the fucking day,” Hunter says as soon as he walks into the hospital room. “Never thought you’d look so natural holding a baby in your arms.”

  “Dude, I know, but isn’t she beautiful?” I ask him, holding her out so he can see her better. My daughter, Amanda Marie Johnson, was born three hours ago, and I know I’ll never be the same.

  “She’s stunning, just like her mama,” Cybill says, peeking out from behind Hunter. “Would you mind if I held her?” She holds out her arms, wanting to hold Amanda, but I’m feeling greedy.

  “Let Cybill hold Amanda, Garrett. You’ll have plenty of time to hold her,” Barbie tells me when I don’t hand her over right away. I glance to my wife and smile because, right now, I’d do anything she asked. Watch
ing her go through labor was an experience I’ll never forget no matter how much I want to wipe it from my memory. The fact that she went through all that pain to bring our child into the world… I know I’ll be forever in her debt.

  I place Amanda in Cybill’s arms, careful that her head’s properly supported before I release my grip. “Be careful,” I tell her.

  “Garrett,” Barbie says, warning me not to be an overprotective wank again. She’s called me that many times over the last few months. I’ve studied every parenting book I could get my hands on, and I’ve driven her mad with half the shit I’ve read.

  “I’m a dad,” I tell Hunter, stunned by the fact that I’m now responsible for another human being. Someone so small she can’t fend for herself, and I’m partly responsible for her survival.

  “That’s some scary shit, man.” Hunter slaps me on the back before pulling me into a bear hug. “You didn’t fuck shit up. I’m proud of you.”

  “It’s easy when I have such a fantastic woman at my side.” I glance over at my wife in amazement. “She went through hell to bring our baby into this world. I owe her more than I could ever give her.”

  “You’re so silly,” Barbie says, patting the empty spot next to her on the bed. “Sit with me.”

  I go to her side as Cybill and Hunter sit down in the chairs next to us. I lock my hand with Barbie’s, giving it a tight squeeze. I’m so overcome with joy in this moment that I could almost cry. Almost. I’m not a crier. I’m not really a man of many emotions, but the moment Amanda was born and we found out she was healthy, I couldn’t hold back the tears.

  “She may be the prettiest baby I’ve ever seen,” Cybill says, pulling the blanket away from her face to expose her rosy red cheeks, thick black hair, and blue eyes just like mine.

  “She’s the spitting image of Barbie.”

  “You’re fucked when she’s older if that’s the case.”