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Ashley and Leon made it to the rendezvous point, where a rescue team would pick them up shortly. The pair were instructed to lay low in a hotel while they awaited orders.
They fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Sitting on the bed, Ashley fiddled with her necklace while Leon kept himself busy by studying the map on the small desk in the corner.
She was tired of pretending she didn't want him, tired of suppressing her attraction. Ever since she noticed how attractive he was, she couldn't look away. But when she saw his combat skills, the way he used his body to shield her from harm, it awakened something in her.
She wanted him. She wanted him so bad.
It's now or never.
Without a warning, she rose to her feet and stripped her clothes one by one, starting with her boots, then her turtleneck top, her skirt, her stockings and lastly, her panties. She discarded the clothes on the floor as she nervously stood at the foot of the bed. Leon glanced up, his back straightening, horrified at what he was seeing.
“Ashley, what are you doing?” His voice was low and cautious, as though he was trying to tame wild animal.
“Use me, Leon. I want to make you feel good. You deserve it,” she offered in a low, shaky voice.
His whole body tensed up, a deep scowl forming on his face. ”Put your clothes back on, they'll be here soon,” he ordered, his tone harder than he intended.
Ashley looked like she was about to cry. She walked slowly around the bed, and made her way to him.
“You almost died saving me. I'm alive because of you, let me make you feel good,” she said as she was getting closer to him.
Leon’s eyes hardened as he clenched his jaws, holding on his self-restraint like it was a lifeboat.
He shook his head, his glare unrelenting. “Stop this, Ashley. You don’t owe me anything.”
“I want to do this, please,” she stopped just a few steps away from where Leon was standing. “Why can’t we both feel good after we’ve been through? We deserve this, Leon. Please touch me.”
Leon stared angrily as he pushed down the growing desire inside of him.
“You think you’re the first woman who came at me like this? You’re not the first and you’re not going to be the last,” he said condescendingly. “You've got the wrong idea about me. Put your clothes back on. I'm not going to ask again.”
His words hurt her deeply. Tears spilled her eyes at once.
“Am I… not pretty?” she breathed out, feeling so small.
His jaw clenched as he looked at the ceiling, fists balled on his sides. “Fuck.”
Taking his reaction as rejection, Ashley instinctively wrapped herself in her arms, covering her body in shame.
“I.. I know I'm not in the best shape… I mean, look at you…” she mumbled, looking at the floor.
“Ashley, stop,” he interrupted. “It's not that, alright? You're beau- there’s nothing wrong with you, okay?” he said in a softer tone.
She looked up, eyes glazed, hopeful. “Then touch me. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I will not tell anyone.”
He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily, the internal push and pull gnawed at him.
But the growing bulge in his pants say otherwise.
His eyes gave nothing away as he stared at her for a moment, his resolve crumbling as he watched her bite her lip and gave him bedroom eyes. His eyes trailed on her pretty face, down to her neck, her perky breasts, her flat stomach, her narrow hips, her shaved pussy and long smooth legs.
She was perfection; he'd have to be blind not to see that.
It was like throwing meat at a starving dog. It had been a minute since he was with a woman and the tension in his body was almost unbearable.
He clenched and unclenched his fists, heat coursed through his veins as the muscles in his biceps flexed, fighting to resist the temptation in front of him, handed on a silver platter.
Ashley's gaze fell on the erection that was straining in his pants. It was painfully obvious that he was rock hard. There was no stopping it.
He shook his head and closed the distance between them in two strides.
“Fuck it.”
Holding the back of her neck with his hand, his mouth was on hers in an instant, claiming her hungrily.
Stunned, Ashley closed his eyes, moaning in his mouth, as her palms rested on his chest.
He broke the kiss temporarily as he rested his forehead on hers. “No one can know,” he whispered.
He carried her into bed, laying her down gently. He crawled on top of her, his arms on either side of her head, giving her wet kisses on her jaw and neck. He broke the kiss temporarily as he took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs.
Ashley could only look on in awe at the perfection in front of her. “Whoa,” she whispered.
He took off his pants and underwear, his hard cock spilling out.
He leaned down to kiss her again, his mouth trailing to her breast. A moan escaped her lips as she arched her back in pleasure. His tongue circled her nipples as he palmed her other breast.
His hot, wet kisses trailed down to her stomach, stopping on her lower belly, just above her pussy.
Leon pushed her legs apart, giving him a better view of her wet core.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes looked at her pussy like a hungry animal.
He leaned in, his tongue tracing her slit, closing his mouth on her pussy.
She let out a soft gasp, her hand absentmindedly grabbing his hair.
Putting her legs on his shoulders, he sucked her clit and licked her inner walls, driving her wild. Her juices leaked into his face.
“Oh, baby, you’re ready.”
Leon pulled his face away, hovered on top of her and lined his cock onto her entrance.
She looked at him in extreme arousal and longing.
He slowly entered, her pussy adjusting to his girth.
“No one can know,” he repeated as he went deeper. ”Say it, Ashley.”
Ashley only moaned in response, unable to formulate words.
“I need to know you understand or I'm going to lose my job,” he asked again as he drove into her. “Say it, ‘no one can know’”
Her eyes rolled back at the sensation he was giving her. “No one can know,” she said breathily.
“Good girl,” he said, pushing himself to a hilt, the pleasure spread all over his body.
He went slow at first, eventually picking up his pace. His body laid on top of her as he drove inside her over and over again.
He breathed into her ear with every thrust. “You want this cock, Ashley? Been fantasizing about me, huh?” he whispered.
Ashley focused on her pleasure as her hips met his thrusts.
“Want me to fuck you?” he said, licking her lower lip. “Fill your pussy with my cum?”
“Yes,” she let out a ragged moan.
His thrusts were hard and fast as the sounds of their sweaty bodies slapping fill the air. Ashley, delirious in pleasure, held him close with her arms.
“So fucking tight, this pussy is made for me,” he continued, grunting as he pushed inside her.
He claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply as his tongue explored her mouth. He pulled away to kiss her neck, licking and sucking.
“I love you,” she whispered in the throes of passion.
“Yeah? Can I cum inside you? Get you pregnant? That what you want?” he said as his thrusts started getting sloppy, signaling that he was close to the edge.
They were being careless, but she did not put much thought into it, the pleasure outweighing logic in the moment.
“Yes, cum in me, Leon” she managed, as she felt her own climax building in her lower belly.
“Fuck, I'm so close,” his voice hoarse, as he effortlessly pulled her up in a sitting position, making her ride his dick.
Ashley held him close as she bounced rapidly on his dick.
“Who owns this pussy? Say it,” he demanded, his eyes now a darker shade of blue.
“You do,” she whimpered as she reached her climax, her toes curling as her body trembled from the pleasure.
“Fuck!” After a few final thrusts, Leon grunted as he released his cum inside her, his hot semen coating her walls, squeezing the last drop.
The pair breathed heavily as they came down from their orgasm. Ashley laid on her back, as Leon pulled out and laid beside her.
“You okay?” He asked, turning his head towards her, her well-being still at the forefront of his mind.
“Yeah,” Ashley whispered, feeling his cum seeping out of her pussy, a realization setting in:
We just had sex. We just did it with no protection.
“Leon?”
“Yeah?” His blue eyes staring back at her.
“Um…” she swallowed thickly, “you said something about getting me pregnant, why did you say that?” she asked as she tried to slow down her breathing.
He heaved a deep sigh, as he sat up. There was hesitation before he spoke. “I… the idea of getting a woman pregnant gets me off,” he said, a flash of vulnerability crossed his face.
Ashley's eyebrows furrowed, finding this information intriguing. “Oh. Like a kink.”
He nodded. “Are you on pills?” he asked.
Ashley nodded. “Yes, but I'm two to three days behind now.”
“Good,” he said with a smirk.
“‘Good?’ W-why is that good?”
“It turns me on, knowing that I could get you pregnant. Are you okay with that?” he asked casually, as though it was the most normal question.
Ashley just stared, her mouth partly open.
“Are you okay with that?” He repeated.
Ashley gave him a thoughtful look. She wanted to say no, but immediately felt guilty. He saved her life, how could she say no to him?
“Uh, don’t you think I’m too young to have a kid? I’m only 20.”
Leon rose to his feet, putting on his pants. He walked on the other side of the bed where Ashley laid. “Come here,” he said, gently pulling Ashley by her arm to a sitting position. He held her gaze as he held her shoulders.
“Know this, Ashley. If I’m going to fuck you, I fuck you raw or I don’t fuck you at all. In fact,” he paused, his eyes raking over her naked body, “I’m getting hard again just seeing you like this.”
Ashley blinked at him, eyes wide at his suggestion.
Without a warning, he pushed her to her back gently and climbed on top of her once again, his body hovering on her. “Fuck, look what you do to me,” he said as he looked at his semi-hard dick against his pants. “I’m ready to go again.”
She licked her lips as she rolled her hips on to him. “Prove it,” she urged, feeling a bit bold knowing that he seemed to want her as much as she wanted him, at least physically.
“Fuck, you’re a tease,” he whispered as he took his pants off again, threw them on the floor and lined himself into her again, slowly easing himself in.
Ashley’s breathing picked up as the sensation of his fullness inside her overcame her. “Oh God…”
This time, he went slow as he pushed inside her, burying his face in her neck. “I never want to stop…” he whispered into her skin.
“I don't want you to,” she moaned.
“I want to be buried in you at all times. They’ll have to kill me to stop me…”
With that, his pace picked up again. “Oh my God Leon, that feels so good…”
“You take me so well, baby girl,” he whispered. He knows his size was above average, yet Ashley adjusted to him well.
“Harder, please Leon…”
He obliged, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside her that brought indescribable pleasure.
Ashley felt her body tensed as the orgasm rippled through her body. His orgasm followed shortly after, releasing inside her one more time, his sexy groans filling the room.
He rolled off of her and smiled as he looked back at her. “You need to put your clothes back on now, baby, or I can’t promise I’ll stop fucking you. That’ll be a problem for the rescue team.”
Ashley giggled. “What if I want to go again?”
“Then we’ll go again, and they’ll just have to wait outside.”
“What if I want you on the plane?”
“Then I fuck you on the plane.”
Ashley couldn’t help but kiss him deeply, making him claim her for the third time.
They went for four rounds before their rescuers arrived, who had no clue about what happened in that bedroom in the last few hours. Leon was pulled in for questioning, distracting him long enough to not think about fucking her but once they were left alone on the plane and everyone buckled in their seats as they tried to sleep, he wasted no time heading in to her private suite all the way to the end of the plane.
The door was flanked by two secret service agents.
“Hey Leon, need anything?” The agent on the right asked.
“Yeah, can I talk to Ashley real quick? Just want to make sure she's okay.” And I want to fuck her senseless. Thanks.
“One second.” The agent knocked twice. “Ashley?”
The door opened just a tiny crack. “Hey.”
“Leon wants to talk to you.”
She opened the door wider. “Okay, sure.”
Leon stepped in and thanked the agent before shutting the door and locking it.
The lone bedroom in the private jet was spacious enough that it could fit a twin sized bed, reclining seat and a sizable tray for food. It had its own bathroom with wooden finish. It was a luxurious accommodation, one he had not enjoyed before until now.
The privacy of the suite worked out in his favor. Hardly anybody walked in this area unless they were flight attendants who specifically catered to Ashley or agents who guarded her.
He wasn't too concerned about anyone catching on to what they were doing. He could get himself out of it, if necessary. Plausible deniability, he told himself. Plus, he would like to see them try and snitch on him. He'd be a hero after this, he'd be untouchable.
“Leon, I don’t think I can anymore,” Ashley said after an intense session, body drenched in sweat. “I'm spent.”
He responded by sucking her pussy that’s still hot and wet from both of their orgasms. “But I can’t stop. I told you, I can’t stop. This fucking pussy is so addicting,” he murmured against her clit as he held her thighs open.
She bit her lip hard at the way he sucked on her sensitive clit. “Ah it's too much…” she whined, yet drowning in pleasure.
He lifted his head, looking at her from between her legs, giving her mercy. “Sorry, baby, it's just been a while for me. You still want to do this, right?” he said, kissing the inside of her thighs.
She bit her lip, loving the view of this beautiful man in between her legs.
“Of course, I do. But we haven't been using protection and you came inside me so many times, what if I…” she trailed off, not wanting to entertain the idea.
He climbed up, hovering on top of her, slowly easing his semi-hard dick in and out of her pussy. “If you do, then so be it. I won't run away, I'm not that kind of guy,” he said this with such sincerity that it was hard not to believe him.
Ashley was taken aback at how casual Leon was about all of this. As though having a child wasn't life changing, not to mention they just met less than 24 hours ago. And he was a government agent and all of this could end his prestigious career.
When her facial expression still displayed doubt, he gave her a chaste kiss on her lips. “Ashley, I don't regret anything. I need you to know that.”
“Me neither,” she said, giving him a soft smile of confirmation.
His face became serious. “You'll tell me, right?”
“Tell you what?” She waited with bated breath.
“You'll tell me when I get you pregnant?”
The corner of her mouth curved upwards. “If it happened, I wouldn't be able to hide it. Some news outlet is going to report on it. I'm sure the news will make its way to you.”
“No,” he said with a hardness in his tone. “I want to hear it from you. I want to be the first to know, not the news, not even your parents. I want it to be me,” he said, searching her eyes for acknowledgement.
She blinked and nodded. How did this escalate so quickly? She was getting whiplash.
“Leon,” her voice came out unexpectedly shaky as he continued planting kisses on her mouth, “you're… not even my boyfriend.”
He pulled back, as though he was realizing it for the first time.
He searched her eyes for an answer. “Do you want me to be?”
Ashley's lips parted, unsure of how to respond. “I don't know… I feel like I'm dreaming…”
“Can't say the same, the orgasms felt pretty real to me,” he said, a smile ghosting on his lips as his hips continued to push, slowly inching inside of her.
“I'll get back on the pills right away as soon as we land. I'll ask for plan B. They'll have questions but I think I can make something up,” she rambled as Leon put her nipple in his mouth. She couldn’t be pregnant, not right now, not in the next five years, even if it’s with Leon.
He looked up, his mouth curved up on either side. “I can't believe I’m fucking the president’s hot daughter. Fuck.”
Being referred to as “hot” by Leon gave her butterflies, despite her worries. It felt good to be considered attractive by someone like him.
She smiled as she searched his eyes. “Leon, aren't you worried? About us getting found out?” she asked softly.
He closed his eyes for a moment, steeling himself as he exhaled through his nose. He opened his eyes, his face softened.
“No. They'll be so focused on your recovery, they will not question anything else. And I'll get assigned to the next mission after this. No one will suspect anything. I can get you plan B.”
Her head was tilted slightly to the side. “You can get me plan B? How?”
He moved up, his face inches from hers. “Let's just say I have friends from the pharmacy.” He kissed her nose and mouth.
Relieved, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Your resourcefulness is so sexy.”
“Yeah? That turn you on?” He nuzzled in her neck, nibbling gently, eliciting a soft giggle from her.
A sudden realization overcame her. Did Leon do this to everyone he rescued? He mentioned something about other women coming onto him. Was she just one of the many he was playing with? Was that why he had easy access to plan B? Because this was basically routine for him?
It wouldn't be surprising. He was young, handsome and at his physical prime. It wasn't hard to imagine that he would be getting propositions on the job.
He didn't sleep with her because she was special. It was because she offered herself up to him with a promise that it would remain a secret.
The smile on her face faded as she let her arms fall limply on her sides, making Leon look up.
“Everything ok?”
She turned her head to the side, looking at the wall, sadness filled her eyes. “Is this part of the job for you?”
His eyebrows wrinkled. “What are you talking about?”
She shut her eyes for a second as she kept the tears at bay.
“I need to know,” she said, barely above a whisper. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see a concerned look on his face. “If this is what you normally do, sleep with women you meet on the job.”
His eyes rounded at her statement, his lips parting slightly.
“I won't judge, I promise. I just want to know where I stand,” she followed up immediately. “I know I'm the one who initiated this. The answer won’t change anything.”
Doesn't mean I can't be sad about it.
Leon shifted, his lips flattened as he considered his response.
“You think… I routinely sleep with women I meet on the job?” he asked with an edge to his tone.
She blinked a few times, hoping she didn’t offend him.
“I mean, it's… it's okay. I won't tell anyone and I won't judge,” she said, her eyes darting across his face. She wouldn't jeopardize his career over this, she would feel guilty.
He let out a small laugh. “You think I'm a man whore or a male gigolo,” he nodded with a gleam in his eyes. “‘Hey everyone, I rescue women and will have sex with them for a premium fee,’” he said, visibly amused with himself. He cocked his head to the side, turning his lips downward. “That's actually not a bad idea. Might as well make extra money on the side, right?” He said, winking at her.
She glared at him, unamused. “Ew. That doesn't answer my question.”
“Oh my sweet girl,” he leaned in, kissing her forehead. “You have the wrong idea about me,” he said, his voice coming out raspy.
“Tell me honestly. Is this part of the rescue mission package?”
“Rescue mission package,” he repeated with a breathy laugh. “What even is that?”
Ashley sighed, pursing her lips together, clearly annoyed at how he dodged the question.
“Okay, okay, sorry, can't help myself.” He rolled off of her and laid on his side next to her, his temple resting on his palm. He sighed, his eyes raked over her face. “Can't believe I have to say this but no, I don't do this every mission. I don't sleep with subjects." There was a pause, as though he was considering how much information he should divulge. "I've slept with coworkers, but not the ones I am sent to protect. I have codes to follow.”
Ashley listened intently, her hands resting on her belly.
“I had a pretty good record of that too, until you came along.”
She lifted her chin, her tone measured. “Let's say I believe you. Why did you do it, sleep with me?”
He quirked his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curved upwards.
“Do you know how hard it was, not to touch you? By the time we got to the castle, I thought I was going to lose control,” he confessed, his blue eyes boring into hers. “The better question is why did you do it with me?” he said, gently tracing her lower lip with his thumb.
She shifted, laying on her side, facing him. She shrugged. “I mean, you're cute,” she replied, averting her gaze in embarrassment.
He lifted his head from his hand with a frown on his face, unimpressed. “Cute? I'll show you cute.”
Ashley squealed as he swiftly slipped his left arm underneath her, placing her on top of him. He lined up his cock in her wet entrance, letting the head slip in, slowly inching inside her.
He let out a shuddered breath as her warmth hugged his length, his fingers digging into her hips.
“Fuck, this is why. You're going to be my downfall, swear to God,” he said breathily, the veins in his muscles bulging, beady sweats formed on his forehead.
Three knocks on the door sobered them up momentarily, both looked in the direction of the sound.
“Everything okay Ashley? Heard something, are you crying?”
It was the voice of one of the agents on the other side of the door, filled with concern.
Ashley covered her mouth, her eyes widened at the suggestion that she was crying. She looked down at Leon, holding her hips in place, darting his eyes from the door to her with mild amusement in his eyes.
Once she recovered, Ashley removed her hand from her mouth. “I'm good, thanks! Sorry, I hit my head on the roof,” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Okay, make sure you fasten your seatbelt, the pilot said we're going to hit turbulence the rest of the way.”
“Thanks, I will!” she called out.
“Ok, be careful.”
“Yup!” she said, grinning as she turned back to Leon.
To her absolute shock, Leon called out. “Fresh bed sheets would be great!”
Ashley's eyes widened, scrambling to cover his mouth with her hand. “Shhhhh! Are you crazy?” She mouthed to Leon who enjoyed the terror on her face.
“What's that Ashley?” the agent asked.
Shaking her head at him in disappointment, she spoke. “Nothing, I said these sheets are great!” She said, pinning him with a glare.
“Oh, good. Push the button if you need anything.”
“K!”
Leon's chest shook as he snickered under her tiny hand on his mouth. She pulled her hand away, giving him a scolding look. “Have you lost it?”
He shrugged. “I mean, we do need fresh bed sheets, this one's…” he said, clicking his tongue, “getting crusty.”
It wasn't lost on her what he meant, seeing as how there were wet spots on the fabric, evidence of their activities, some have caked on already.
How was she going to explain this to the flight attendants?
“Okay, I get it. Don't make it gross,” she said, her face contorted in disgust.
“Right. Where were we?” He pushed his hips up abruptly, jamming her pussy with his length.
She gasped at the unexpected intrusion, her hands planting on his chest to catch herself as she fell forward.
“Sorry, didn't mean to go that hard, are you okay?” He asked gently, slowly lifting her and pulling her down on his cock, inch by inch.
She nodded. “Yeah.” She leaned over, lightly kissing him on the lips. He kissed back, capturing her lower lip in his mouth. He licked and sucked her lips, eliciting a moan from her.
He cupped her ass cheeks, guiding her. She took his direction well, riding his cock at a steady pace.
“That's it, that's good, just like that,” he praised. This made her want to please him more, bouncing up and down his cock at a faster pace, the turbulence adding to the sensation.
She always had mild anxiety over turbulence but if she was going to die in a crash, this was how she'd like to go.
“Wait,” he panted, “go slow. Like this,” he held her hips firmly, lifting her up in a slow and steady pace and bringing her back, all the way down until his cock disappeared inside her.
Her mouth slacked open, eyes closed, focusing on how he felt inside of her, her skin warm despite the AC blasting on the plane.
“I like that,” she breathed. She began doing it on her own, her hips slowly moving in a circular motion as she worked her way up and down.
“Fuck, fuck,” he breathed, his hands cupping her breasts.
She continued with this pace for a while when she felt Leon's thumb circling her clit, bringing her closer to the edge, his other hand remained on her breast.
The pressure was building inside of her quickly, starting on her lower belly, traveling down to her legs.
“I… I'm going to…” she mumbled, her pace slowing down as her stamina started to weaken.
“I got you baby.” His hands held her hips in place, fucking her from underneath, effectively taking over. His hips thrusted hard and fast, matching the shaking of the plane.
He drove into her, her sensitive clit grinding against his skin, his mouth kissing her deeply, their tongues twisted, tasting each other.
She came undone, her orgasm rippled through her body, every neuron firing as the pleasure washed over her. She cried out in his mouth, as he swallowed her moans, hoping that would muffle the noise.
He followed shortly after. A few hard thrusts and he spilled inside her, grunting as he pumped his thick, hot cum inside her walls.
He held her close, her breasts pressed against his chest as his arms wrapped around her limp body, sweating profusely as they breathed heavily, trying to catch their breaths.
They both laid in this position for a moment, neither had the energy to move. That was the fifth time that day, a new record for him. He hadn't orgasmed this much in a short amount of time since he was in high school.
“Hey,” he whispered gently. “You okay?”
It took several seconds before she replied. “I'm sleeping,” she mumbled, nose pressed against his neck.
He let out a low chuckle as he slowly lifted her up by her shoulders, forcing her to face him. She smiled tiredly, her eyes half-lidded. “Hey there, haven't seen you in a while.”
He let out a genuine laugh. “I think we're done for now.”
“Oh.” The disappointment in her tone didn’t escape him.
“I need to leave you alone. Let you rest. Need to be able to walk when we land, right?” he said, his softening cock still inside her.
“Right. I wouldn't know how to explain why I lost my ability to walk all of a sudden when I was walking fine on the way here,” she said, slowly pulling herself off of him, his cum leaking out of her, straight into his abs.
She rolled off of him and sat, her legs crossed, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it down. She was parched. She grabbed another unopened bottle and handed it to Leon.
Leon lifted his head and scooted up, letting the back of his neck rest on the wall. He opened the water bottle and drank until it's empty. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked over at Ashley, whose back was facing him. Her shoulders rose and fell as she collected her thoughts.
Gently, he pressed his palm on her lower back, prompting her to look over her shoulder. She found him looking back at her with intensity behind his eyes.
She was scared of the next thing he'd do, afraid that the rug would be pulled from under her and everything would come crashing down at any minute.
She had no idea what his intentions were or how this would end for both of them. If this came out, this could jeopardize his job, but this could also cost her dad the re-election. His opponents would have a field day on this.
There was nothing inherently wrong with what happened, at least from her point of view. Others might think that he took advantage of his power over her, took advantage of her vulnerability. Yes, he was considerably bigger than her physically, but who would believe that she came onto him? America's sweetheart, innocent sweet Ashley could never do that.
In her mind, they were two consenting adults. But politics was brutal and messy. Any story could be twisted into something else. Her dad's opponents would salivate for the opportunity to use anything to take him down. This story would be a gold mine.
“You're in deep thought. What's going on?” he asked, his fingers lightly scratching the small area of her back.
She shook her head with a tentative smile. His light scratching felt good, it was oddly comforting.
She let out a small laugh. “A lot. A lot is going on.”
He frowned, his lips flattened. “You worried about this?”
She sighed, pivoting to the left so she was facing him.
A pained expression crossed her face for a split second, eventually maintaining a neutral expression.
“I'll lose you, right?” she asked in a casual tone, hiding how much the idea saddened her.
Hey, we're a team, right?
I'll lose you, right?
She had asked it in different ways but they all meant the same thing - she wanted to keep him around, in any form.
His eyebrow quirked.
She cleared her throat. “Don't worry, I remember what I said. This… doesn't have to mean anything. I mean, that's why you agreed to this…”
“Ashley,” he interrupted, holding his palm up, “that is not why I agreed to this. I respect you too much to have casual sex with you.”
She physically recoiled, pulling back as her brows knitted. “That's what we literally just did.”
He shook his head. “No, that’s not what we did.”
She narrowed her eyes at him in an attempt to get him to elaborate. When he didn’t, she covered her face with her hands in frustration, her blonde hair falling forward. “Please don’t confuse me, I'm already so confused.”
He didn't say any word immediately, but she felt him move away from her, towards the foot of the bed. He returned and gently tapped her knee, prompting her to pull her hands away from her face.
She saw her clothes laying next to her as he put a shirt on. “Get dressed,” he said firmly.
She obliged, picking up her clothes one by one and putting them on. She wanted a shower so bad. She felt her hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks from the sweat and she could still feel his cum between her legs. She grabbed the napkin from the meal service earlier and dabbed her forehead with it, enough to dry off that part of her face.
When he stood at the foot of the bed, flattening his palms on his undershirt to straighten the wrinkles, Ashley couldn't help but admire how amazing he looked in a bomber jacket and jeans. The man clearly wore the clothes, not the other way around.
Did she really just have sex with this man?
He gave her a once over and let out a satisfied smirk. “Much better. I can't have a conversation with you when you're naked, too distracting,” he said, using his index finger knuckle to scratch the itch on the side of his nose.
She instinctively looked down on her dark green cable knit sweater and looked up at him again with doe eyes, nodding in agreement. “Fair enough.”
He walked towards the reclining chair, and sat on it, facing her, while she sat on the edge of the bed.
“Okay, here’s the deal,” he said, looking her square in the eyes, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together, “I care about you, I hope we've established that by now.”
“Because you were paid to care,” she replied, a tinge of pain in her voice..
He looked away for a moment and looked back at her with a hint of frustration in his eyes. “Ashley, please, is that how low you think of me? That I only care because I’m paid? Would I be here, having this conversation with you if I didnt care?"
She blinked, a slight uneasiness settling in her stomach.
Shaking her head, she spoke in a low voice, almost as though she was talking to herself. “I just assumed...”
“Don’t assume. Ask me, I’ll tell you anything.”
Her eyes darted to the wall behind him and back to him. She had a million questions in her mind yet she was blanking at the moment, being put on the spot.
“I don't know what to ask.”
“Ask me again if you’ll lose me.”
Her heart pounded as she tried to hold his unrelenting gaze. Swirl of emotions flooded her, unsure if she was able to anchor herself.
She looked out of the plane window, only clouds could be seen in the horizon. The turbulence had stopped for now. With a shaky breath, she asked. “Will I lose you?”
“No you won’t,” he replied, his voice deep and serious.
She pulled her eyes from the window and back to him to see his piercing blue eyes staring back at her, his jaw set.
She wanted to believe him so bad.
“Anything else you want to know?” he finally said, breaking the silence.
She bit her lower lip, tearing her gaze away from him and focused on the hands folded in her lap.
She inhaled through her nose and exhaled through pursed lips.
“You said that this wasn't casual sex to you. What is this then?”
She saw movement from her periphery. He got up from the recliner seat and walked towards the bed to sit next to her. She still didn't look up.
She felt him kiss the top of her head, her stomach fluttering in response.
“I don't know. But I refuse to call this casual. Calling it that would imply that it was just physical and it wasn't. It’s more than that to me.”
“What else could it be? We don’t know each other that well”
“I think I know you enough.” He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “And I like what I know so far.”
Is this a compliment? Is he complimenting me?
Now that her initial plan was not going as she had predicted, she went into a defensive mode, afraid that she might misinterpret things and get her heart irretrievably broken by him.
“I don’t think we should complicate things."
He sighed. “That's not what I'm trying to do. All I'm saying is that I can't tell you that it meant nothing to me because that wouldn't be true. Make of that what you will.”
Make of that what you will.
She'd replayed the scenes in her head over and over again, trying to find evidence of something, in every interaction, every touch, every unspoken word. Anything that would prove that maybe it wasn't just her. That there was something there.
When she fell quiet for a long time, Leon stood from the bed, stepping back, giving her physical space.
“Tell you what, how ‘bout we figure it out later, when we've had full rest and clear heads? Sound good?” he asked patiently.
She nodded, thankful for the reprieve. She did need time to think about this all.
“Okay.”
“Good, we're on the same page.”
He turned towards the door, started to unlock it when Ashley called his name. He paused.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my seat. Don't want them to get too suspicious.” He winked.
“Oh, right.” She stood up, but didn't take any step forward. “Hey, I just want you to know, I don't do this.”
His brows knitted.
“I don't offer myself just to anyone. This is the first and the last time. I don't plan on doing that to anyone else in the future, no matter how much I owe them.”
She held her head up, maintaining whatever dignity she had left.
His forehead smoothened, a smile formed in his lips.
“I know.”
He unlocked the door and left, leaving her with uncertainty and the smell of sex in the room. She'd have to turn away the flight attendants if they asked to come in. She couldn’t stay here when they finally cleaned this room.
When they landed in the US, they pretended like nothing happened in front of her family. But that night, Leon snuck in her room and fucked her until sunrise.
So much for having a full rest and clear head. The relationship talk would just have to wait.