He clamped her closer. "You need a man to conquer, Mandy."
She laughed and hugged him. "This one."
"Shall we?" He glanced around the cabin.
"Here?" She nearly shrieked at how risqué it could be to think that ... "The pilot--"
"Won't come out," Jake whispered. "I told him to stay put. We'd be very busy."
She chuckled, trembling as his big hot hand slid inside her bra. "You're very brash."
He pushed her breast up out of the skimpy French lace and rolled her nipple between two fingers, sending sparks of need to her pussy. "It's what you pay me for."
She purred in his lap. "Hmmm. This was not in your job description."
"You'll give me a good performance appraisal," he crooned, scooping under her ass, and forcing her thighs apart to straddle him. In a second, he had her blouse unbuttoned, the front clasp of her bra unhooked, both garments down and off her arms. He bent to push her breasts together and lave her nipples. She gulped in desperate air while his persistent tongue swirled over her begging areolas. But she had enough presence of mind to gloat when his hands slid up under her skirt and reached for panties that she hadn't donned today.
He pulled back, grinning down into her face, languidly stroking the bare skin of her labia. "My, my. Darling Mandy, did you shave for me?"