“I like being here,” he told her. “However, W Motors is still based out of California. I have things I have to do there.”
“And you're sure you can't do those things here?” she asked, still pushing out her lower lip. “I mean, telecommuting is a real thing.”
“Believe it or not, I have done it,” he replied, going back to his suitcase. “I have to do this in person. Not everything can be done through a computer screen.”
Laura crossed her arms and pouted, doing her best impersonation of a three-year-old. It made Ethan laugh.
“I'll be back before you know it,” he said, closing the lid to his suitcase and zipping it up.
“Promise?” she asked, still keeping her pout going.
He smiled. “Promise.”
He came around and kissed her again, wiping the pout from her lips. It wasn't possible to pout and kiss him at the same time. It wasn't possible to be anything but happy when he kissed her.
“Now I really do have to leave, or I'll be late for my flight,” he said, giving her a stern look.
“I thought it was a private jet? Don't you get to pick when you take off?” she asked. She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Maybe in, I don't know, thirty minutes?”
“You temptress woman,” he told her shaking his head. “I have meetings. And a flight plan. And we already went once today.”
“So?” She grinned, and he chuckled.
“So... you are a bad influence,” he told her. He paused, obviously considering his options. He checked his watch. “You have ten minutes.”
Laura grinned. It took seconds for her to have her shirt and bra off. As she bent over a bit to unbutton her pants, she could see Ethan lick his lips, then begin to unbutton his own shirt. He was being far too slow, and as soon as Laura had her pants down, she stepped toward him, grabbing onto the bottom of his shirt and beginning to undo the buttons. “Come on, come on! Ten minutes isn't a lot of time to work with!”
Ethan grabbed her hands and stopped her. She looked up at him to see him smiling. “I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he said. “Like you said, though, I get to pick when I take off.”
Laura smiled back at him. “Do you get to pick when you get off also?”
“Of course I do, it's just whenever the plane la-” He stopped, then laughed. “Oh, you weren't talking about the plane, were you?”
Laura bit her lip and shook her with a naughty smirk. “Nope.”
“Well, in that case, I do get to pick when I get off.”
“Oh, is that right?” Laura asked, with a bit of a mocking tone.
“Yep. There are some perks to being a billionaire.”
“Well then, sir. Do you want to get off now?”
He shrugged. “I guess that depends on you. Am I cleared for take off?”
Laura went back to undoing his buttons. “I was trying to take off your clothes, but you stopped me!”
Ethan laughed. As Laura kept messing with his shirt, she leaned up and kissed him. He reached around her, running his hands up and down her bare back. She loved the feel of his fingers against her skin. It almost tickled, but it felt so good she shivered. Finally, when she got the last button undone, she pulled the shirt over his broad shoulders and down his arms, nearly tangling him up in the process.
He flicked his arms free and resumed touching her skin. His hands went down to her butt, feeling her silk panties for a moment before going to his own pants. She heard the soft sound of the metal buckle slide across leather and before she knew it his pants were down around his ankles.
Laura pushed him back, insistent with her kisses. She had ten minutes, and she wasn't about to waste them. He fell back onto the bed, her body on top of his. She wanted him all to herself, and she wasn't about to stop.
“Wait, Laura. Wait!” he insisted, chuckling as he held her back.
“What?”
“Let me at least get my pants and shoes all the way off,” he said with a laugh.