Page 78 of One Hot Chase

She toys with the hairs at my nape. "Mm, I like that idea."

"I've heard Torres del Paine National Park is a must-see."

The next morning, the four of us gather on a runway at Gatwick airport to depart for our respective honeymoons. Tabitha and Spencer are on their way to Scotland on Diana Hahn's jet. Apparently, Tabitha has always wanted to go to the land of kilts and single-malt Scotch. But I have different plans for my wife.

Once Tabitha and Spencer have boarded their jet and it's rolling down the runway, I carry Bree onto our jet. It used to be only mine. Now it belongs to both of us. We've just settled in with me in the pilot seat and Bree as my copilot.

"Where are you taking me, Declan?"

"To Patagonia, of course. I never renege on a promise." As I start up the engines, I glance at my wife. "Are you ready to see guanacos, Patagonian foxes, and stunning glaciers? We could also try out hands at gaucho life on an estancia. That means Patagonian cowboys and ranch houses."

She snuggles up to me as much as she can while strapped into her seat. "Ooh, that sounds fabulous. How soon will we get there?"

"Patience, my love," I say with a wink, my fingers dancing over the controls as I prepare for takeoff. "You'll find out soon enough. This will be a long flight, but it'll be worth it in the end. I have quite a few stops planned along the way including overnight stays. We could even check out Machu Picchu and anywhere else you'd like to visit."

She claps and literally jumps up and down---which is quite a feat considering that she's restrained by her seatbelt. My wife also throws in a whoop or two.

I chuckle, enchanted by her enthusiasm.

As we soar into the sky, leaving London behind, I can't help but steal glances at my new wife. The morning light streaming through the cockpit window makes the gold flecks in her green irises seem to glow.

"Where will we stop first," Bree asks. "Mexico? Panama?"

"I'm keeping our first destination a secret. Guess all you like, but I shall never tell."

With a dramatic sigh, she settles back into her seat. "Just remember, payback's a big hairy yak with bad breath."

I laugh, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "That's not the version I've heard, but yours is far more creative."

As we cruise at altitude, I can see Bree's eyes darting between the instruments and the vista outside the cockpit, her quick mind no doubt trying to piece together our destination. I've made sure to file a flight plan that's deliberately vague, wanting to preserve the surprise for as long as possible.

"You know," she muses, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "for someone who claims to be so adventurous, you're awfully fond of mysteries."

"Only when it comes to surprising my beautiful wife." I adore the way her cheeks flush every time I use the word wife. It's still new to us both, this shift in our relationship, but it feels bloody fantastic.

"Okay, Your Knightliness," Bree says, unbuckling her seatbelt so she can stand up. "If you won't tell me where we're going, I'll just have to find other ways to entertain myself."

She stretches languidly, her lithe form silhouetted against the morning sun. Her blouse has become almost transparent, and her nipples jut out as if they're inviting me to devour them.

I swallow hard, helpless to stop my eyes from tracing every curve of her body. "What did you have in mind, Lady Wilde?"

"Oh, I don't know." She stretches her arms high, exposing her navel. "Maybe I'll go explore the jet. See what kind of trouble I can get into."

"Sabrina," I warn, my voice low. "You're playing with fire."

"Good thing I like it hot, then."

My wife sashays toward the back of the jet, swaying her hips in a deliberate attempt to tease me until I give in and fuck her.

I groan, gripping the controls tighter as I try to focus on flying. But my mind keeps drifting to thoughts of Bree and what she might be up to in the cabin behind me. The autopilot is engaged, but I'm reluctant to leave my post. After all, I am the pilot.

A few minutes later, I hear the soft pad of bare feet approaching. Sabrina reappears, now wearing nothing but one of my dress shirts, the white fabric barely skimming the tops of her thighs.

"Mm, I'm getting warm all over," she purrs, perching on the edge of my seat, "I was thinking, since you won't tell me where we're going, maybe I can seduce the information out of you."

I inhale sharply, my eyes roving over Bree's long, bare legs and the pearls of her nipples that I can just see beneath the fabric. Those peaks have stiffened even more. My voice turns husky when I point out, "Darling, you're making it very difficult for me to fly this jet."

"That's the idea, Sir Declan." She leans over the back of my seat to brush her lips over my ear---and to give me a fantastic view of her bare tits. "Now, one more time, are you going to tell me where we're going, or do I need to up my game?"