“Never,” she says, kissing me again.
“You?” she asks.
I shake my head and link our fingers together as I bring her hand to my lips. “I couldn’t be happier, Elle.”
We both sit back and enjoy the stunning sunset, our last for a while as we head back to London. Elle snuggles into my side as the orange and pink streaks float across the sky.
We board our plane back to London. Two first-class tickets. Usually, I would have my private plane, but as it was just me coming to the island, it seemed like a waste. We head on in, where the plane has suites in first class where two people can sit together in a secluded cabin.
“Wow,” Eloise says, admiring the plush surroundings.
She’s probably never flown first class, and I like watching her excitement as she takes it all in.
“Who knew commercial flights were like this now. I’m used to flying private,” she states.
I almost choke on my drink because that’s not at all what I thought she was going to say.Nice assumption there, Ali.
It’s not long until we are up in the air, and we’ve had our three-course meal. Eloise is glowing after a couple of glasses of champagne, and we have now settled in to watch a movie.
“Have you ever joined the mile-high club?” Eloise asks, giving me a sideways glance.
“No. Can’t say I have.”
“How thick do you think these walls are?” she asks, reaching out and touching the walls of our cabin.
“Probably not as thick as we might think. We do have a full bathroom through that door, remember. It’s probably a lot quieter in there,” I say, pointing to the white door.
“I like your thinking, Mr. King,” Eloise says, wiggling her eyebrows. As she gets up out of her chair and sways her hips seductively, she sashays toward the bathroom. She stops and looks over her shoulder at the door. “You coming?” she asks, curling her finger at me.
Hell, yeah, I am.I jump out of my chair and head toward the bathroom, slamming the bathroom door shut behind me.
“You ready to join the mile-high club with me?” I ask as I push her back toward the vanity. Elle wraps her arms around my neck as I pick her up and place her ass onto the marble vanity. Thank fuck she’s wearing a maxi dress for easy access. My hands roll up the dress’s hem to her waist. She’s wearing the tiniest bit of fabric, and we stare at each other for a couple of beats taking in each other.
“I don’t think I could be happier than I am in this moment. Thank you for giving me a second chance,” I confess.
Her eyes soften at my words. “I think you’re the one who gave me a second chance.”
“As horrible as it is … I’m kind of glad your friend broke her ankle. Otherwise, I would have never known you were even on the island. It was a real sliding doors kind of moment,” I comment, shaking my head.
Elle nods in agreement as her legs wrap around my hips. “I haven’t been happier,” she confesses.
“We probably should have talked about things before getting on this plane. But now that we’re off the island … I don’t share. Not even with women,” I advise her before leaning forward and nuzzling her neck.
“I’m okay with that. I’m happy to be putting The Paradise Club Elle to bed. I’m looking forward to finding out who Eloise the baker is,” she says with a bright smile curling on her lips.
“And I’ll be here every step of the way,” I urge, stroking the hair from her face.
“Does this mean we’re dating?” she asks, biting her lip nervously.
“Will you freak out if I call you my girlfriend at the wedding?” I state firmly.
Elle’s eyes widen, and a pink blush falls across her cheeks as she shakes her head slowly.
“Good, because I was going to do it anyway,” I tell her, which makes her giggle, and that sound is the best sound in the world.
Hold on, no. It’s the second-best sound because the sound of her coming all over my dick is by far the best. I unzip myself and slide my dick between her folds.