Jason's POV
The air carrier was at thirty thousand feet. We were going to a business appointment in Chicago but the business before me in the papers seemed to be a burden. Evelyn was still sitting when I saw her. She had a thin skirt, clung to her hips, and a blouse that was white and almost transparent in the sun that was pouring through the cabin. Evelyn's chest moved every time the jet struck a minor bump and my c**k became weighted in my trousers.
I looked toward the cockpit. The door had been opened and my personal pilot was concentrating on the controls. He was wearing his headset though in the little mirror over his seat, he could see us. I didn't care. The danger increased the haste of my blood pump.
"Evelyn," I called heavily. My voice was low and rough. "Come here."
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