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“No.” I kept staring. “We never had the means to. Until Andy died, I hadn’t left L.A. before that. This will be a new experience for me.”

“I’m glad that I’ll be your first on this trip.” He smiled. “I’d like to be your first in a lot of things.”

“We’ll see how things go. I wouldn’t go planning a future on it yet.” I climbed the steps and paused just inside. It was all just a little overwhelming.

“This way.” He brushed past me to put our small bags down near the four seats clustered around a table.

Rossi pulled the door shut behind us and made his way to the cockpit. He closed the door with a weird look at Ian.

“I know it’s been a whole few hours, but would you like to have sex?” He placed his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from taking a seat.

“What?” I was confused, but certainly not about to turn him down. We’d gone from not doing anything all those months to suddenly having sex once, twice, three times a day. A girl could get used to this type of treatment. I might have to consider keeping him after all, when everything was said and done.

“Well, take-off sex is really good.” He pulled me into the back room and onto a bed.

“Looks like you were planning this from the start?” I took in the closed door. He was trying to be all smooth and suave, but I’d seen him lose it and knew the truth.

There was a bed in his private plane. Sex in the air was a real thing for some people. He continued to pull out more fetishes and sex kinks than I was even aware existed. I suddenly wanted to search for something he hadn’t tried yet.

Granted, I’d have to be comfortable with the idea in the first place.

This wasn’t just a man that had money, he was used to traveling in this type of atmosphere. Money could buy anything he wanted, so why was he so interested in having me? From the things he’d said after his confession, I was beginning to think that he might actually be trying to date me. Was that something billionaires were even capable of? I knew they had women they called for events, but he was acting like he wanted to do the whole committed relationship thing.

“Are you saying no?” He pushed me back against the bed and began to kiss me as his hands unbuttoned my shirt.

“God, no..” I raised an eyebrow at him. Clearly undressing a woman was something he was an expert at and I wasn’t about to complain because what he was doing got me all hot and horny.

I could hear the engines revving and reality set in. I was about to join the Mile High Club. Did it matter if we were having sex on the ground and continued until they were up in the air?

“Ready for your first flight?” He grinned as he lined up his already hard cock with my warm entrance.

I looked down, where the hell were our clothes. How fast did he do that?

“Guess we’re about to find out.”

The feel of his hands on my body had me ready for whatever he was about to do.

This was the most fun I’d had in a long time.

His thrusts were synced so that as we took off, the motion of the plane helped him get deep inside me.

He wasn’t wrong;I thought with a moan.Sex on a plane was more than great. It was amazing!

Would I ever again be satisfied by the normal type of sex with a man? There was no way that anyone could ever measure up to Ian Holdt. He was too good at what he did for anyone else to measure up to.

I’d always thought I would never be satisfied in my lifetime, but Ian was so close to making that happen. If only he hadn’t shown me what else he was capable of.

Chapter 42 Ian

I wasn’t entirely accurate when I told Collette about his trip. Going to Ireland was a tricky situation, since there really wasn’t any way to keep the Mob from finding out that we were on his turf. Edmond Kelly would know as soon as we reached the airport, if not before.

A large part of me hated that she had to be here. I would’ve preferred her to be home and safe, but our new beginning wouldn’t survive that. She wouldn’t tolerate being left behind.

One of the things I hadn’t mentioned was that Edmond Kelly wasn’t exactly going to be an easy person to sneak up on.

He was the head of the Irish mafia. Unlike some of the other mafia families, the Kellys were integral to Ireland. They owned Ireland. The family had been part of the under-dealings of everything criminal since they’d needed a force to try to keep the British out back in the seventeen hundreds. It had grown into a hugepower that could make anything or anyone appear and disappear at will. The cops weren’t going to do any real digging when the Kellys were involved in the situation.

Nobody would dare. That was why the official investigation had stalled so fast and the FBI had hit a brick wall.