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“Hi, Sophia. I’m Vincent Prescott, originally from California. I currently live in Alabama, and I too am ready for some fun and sun,” he responds back to me and takes my hand in his, my light skin to his darkened hand. He has a firm grasp on my hand, and I can feel the tingles all the way down to my toes. I look deep into his eyes and slowly move my hand away, only he brings it up to his mouth and kisses my hand. When he slowly lowers my hand back down, I don’t take my hand away from his. Instead, I allow him to be the first to move away.

He slowly let’s go of my hand and I place it in my lap, wanting to keep this memory firmly in the forefront of my mind.

“My best friend lives in Alabama. She loves it there,” I tell him to keep the conversation moving.

“I like it a lot. Of course I don’t get to spend as much time there as I’d like, but I have a place on a couple of acres, and it gives me solace after a hectic day. Anyways, tell me more about yourself Sophia from Arizona,” he asks.

“I’m a fashion journalist in New York. I have been for a while now, though I am slowly starting to rethink my career. What about you?” I ask to turn the conversation back towards him.

“Well, I’m in the buying and selling industry. I recently sold a hotel, and now I’m on my way to look in on my business venture and oversee how it’s profiting.”

“Wow, that must be a lot of work. I couldn’t even imagine owning something like that,” I respond.

I’m a little taken aback. I never thought in my twenty-two years, that I’d meet a hotel owner, let alone be attracted to said owner.

“It can be, but I thrive on it,” he responds

We continue chatting about anything and everything, almost as if we’re two friends that have known each other for longer than the couple of hours that have now passed. I’m just getting back from the restroom when I see Vincent is standing and waiting for me, “They just called for us to board.”

“Thank goodness. I’m ready to change and dive into the salty water,” I tell him as he guides me towards the gate, his hand gently on my lower back. When I feel his hand start to massage me, I fall back into his hand a little bit. It feels amazing, and I’ve never been touched like this before or felt this taken care of. It makes me want more of this and more of him. That closed off shell I’ve been hiding behind, well, it’s slowly starting to crack.

Chapter 4

Vince

Sophia doesn’t know it yet, but while she was in the restroom, I changed her plane ticket. She was in coach. It didn’t take much persuading and only an extra couple hundred dollars to move her up to first class and sitting next to me. When we get up to the gate, the stewardess lets her know she’s been upgraded at the last minute, something else I asked to be kept quiet. I wasn’t ready to let Sophia go yet, and hopefully the next two hours will solidify what I’m feeling about this gorgeous blonde.

Her tickets firmly in hand, I usher her forward, not wanting to let a piece of her body go. I feel the need to constantly have a part of her touching me. I glance down at my ticket and smirk, “Looks like we’re sitting with each other on the plane.”

She gives me a look that I can tell she isn’t buying what I’m putting down. “Oh really, how does that not surprise me,” she’s trying not to smile as she says it. When we get on the plane, I can no longer touch her, but fuck do I get a view of her ass, an ass that’s perfectly heart shaped. My hard on that eased after being surrounded by her at the bar, is now coming back full force. Knowing I can’t adjust myself and give everyone a view of what I’m doing, I just deal with the fucking zipper making an imprint on my cock.

When she goes to put her carry on in the luggage rack up top, I step up behind her. My body forming to the back of hers, and I know she can feel my hard on. I help her lift her bag, not allowing a single inch between us. I hear her take a sharp intake of breath and then she slowly rocks back into me.

“Fuck, Sophia,” I murmur into her ear, after stowing both of our carry ons.

She looks back at me and smirks. She knew exactly what she was doing and I’m finding I like that she’s not afraid of what could become of the two of us.


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