Page 1 of Mile High Baby
PROLOGUE
Victoria Lawrence Banion
I'd gone mad.What the hell am I doing?
Two long fingers slid inside my pussy as firm lips tugged on my nipple.
Oh, right, I was letting a complete stranger fuck me in the first-class bathroom on a transatlantic flight from London to New York.
A shimmer of delicious pleasure radiated from my clit to the rest of my body.
Okay, so I knew what I was doing. The question was why? I was no prude. I'd had my share of sexual encounters before, but never with a complete stranger. All I knew was his name. Sterling. I didn’t know if it was his first or last name. Hell, maybe it wasn’t his name at all. Then there was the fact that I was on a packed commercial flight. One scream of pleasure and the entire plane would know what was going on. And it was quite possible that I’d scream.
His thumb brushed over my clit as his fingers thrust inside me again, and his lips sucked harder on my nipple. He was totally making me rethink my attitude toward older men. Not that I had anything against them, but I'd always heard a man's sexual prime was in his twenties or maybe thirties. This man was definitely pushing fifty, which made him my father's age. I pushed that thought out of my head because, ew.
Sterling was teaching me that with age came experience, and based on the way he had my body humming and my blood coursing like liquid fire, he had honed his skills well over the years.
"Jesus fuck, your pussy is wet. I have to taste you." He tugged me down from where he'd perched me on the edge of the small sink. He scooted backward in the small space, sitting on the toilet lid as he pulled my hips forward. He dipped his head, his tongue lapping through my folds. My hands shot out, bracing against the wall on each side of the restroom as my legs shook. Good God, I was going to disintegrate into a gelatinous puddle. But if I melted into nothing, it would be so totally worth it.
I brought one hand down, threading it through his sexy silver hair. "Yes, yes, don’t stop."
He groaned against my pussy, and I felt it reverberate through my body. I hadn’t wanted to be on this flight. I hadn't wanted to cut my trip to Europe short. But thank God I'd decided to go home early because every woman deserved to be thoroughly fucked like Sterling was fucking me. Every neuron in my body fired up and shook. I was pretty sure I was going to detonate in a way that would let everybody on this plane know exactly what we were doing. The end result would probably get me banned from the airline for life, but holy hell, it would be worth it.
He pulled his head back, and the loss of contact elicited a desperate mewling sound from me. I looked down, wondering why he'd stopped. My juice covered his nose and mouth, and I had an urge to lick it off his face.
The gentle brush of his thumb over my clit told me he wasn't stopping. "I'm going to make you come. You’re going to come so hard you're going to want to scream. As you can imagine, on a crowded plane, that's going to be a problem.”
Good point. I didn’t trust myself to be quiet or believe that putting my hand over my mouth would work. I reached through the small space to my purse by the sink, pulling a pen out and sticking it in my mouth like a bit. Hopefully, it would work.
His pale blue eyes looked at me with amusement. “All right then, Victoria, hold on."
I hadn’t been completely honest with him about my name, either. My name was Victoria, that was true, but most everyone I knew called me Tori. Right now, that didn’t seem important.
I nodded at him as I continued to brace one hand against the wall and the other on his shoulder.
Seemingly satisfied, he turned his attention back to my pussy. He used his fingers to pull open my folds as his tongue swirled around my clit, sending a shockwave through me.
"I can't wait to drink your juices." He slid two fingers inside me as his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked. His fingers rubbed over that exquisite spot inside me, and holy hell, every cell inside me exploded with pleasure. I threw my head back, letting out a long, feral moan as my body shook. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rushed through my body. It was the type of orgasm your girlfriends bragged about or you read about in romance novels but never quite believed were true. Now I was a believer.
As my orgasm came down, so did my ability to stand on my own two feet. Luckily, Sterling stood, wrapping an arm around me and once again lifting me until I was seated on the edge of the basin.
His hands went to his belt, undoing his pants. He shoved them along with boxer briefs down. His dick sprang free, and I moaned at the thought of feeling the length and girth of him inside me.
"My cock is ready to explode." He rolled a condom over his length, and I was impressed that condoms came in a big enough size to fit him. He was the epitome of well-hung.
He held his dick, rubbing the tip through my folds. "Tell me you want this."
"I do. God, do I want it."
With his free hand, he lifted my thigh, opening me and hooking my leg around his hip. "Tell me specifically what you want."
My brain was on the fritz, but coherent enough to understand what he wanted. "I want you to fuck me with your massive cock, Sterling."
1
Alex Sterling - Two days earlier
Iclosed my laptop and downed the final finger of whiskey, glad to have the issue of Lorraine Madsen complete. It wasn't unusual for me to work late at night, but this wasn't a usual case. First, as the head of the European office of Saint Security, I rarely did fieldwork anymore. Second, and worst, was that this case wasn't a company case. It was personal. Lorraine betrayed me in the worst way possible, and I wasn't talking about my heart. I knew when I had left the military and joined Saint Security as an operative twenty-three years ago that love and ever after weren’t going to be part of my life. And I was okay with that.