She had no regrets. Like he *wanted* her, like he *knew* he would have her. Porn Her eyes gazed out the window as the plane ascended, the sprawling city of New York beginning to shrink beneath them, its familiar skyline fading into the distance. She would never see him again, and that was ok. She could barely breathe. Just the warm, heavy presence of him. “So,” she mused, her voice light, teasing. She smiled, leaning back in her chair as she picked up her fork. The heat between them burned white-hot, pleasure coiling, tightening, crashing into her all at once. As the door opened, the familiar figure of Alexander appeared in the doorway. “Here.” He handed her a glass, his fingers brushing hers just slightly as she took it.
