Flyover

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By Desiree Holt

Flyover is a funny word. It can mean a lot of things. It can be a high-level overpass that crosses over a highway interchange or intersection. It can be a flyby, a celebratory display or ceremonial flight, a ceremonial or honorific flight of one or more aircraft such as the Super Bowl flyover. It can be close-up aircraft reconnaissance. It can even be aerial survey.

So exactly how does this fit with sex and romance?

Well, first of all, for me, everything has to do with sex and romance. Just ask anyone who knows me. Potato chips, for example.   I think about scooping some dip and slathering it on a handsome hunk. Strawberries. Ooh! With a warm chocolate sauce that you can…you know.  What about a honkin’ big truck. You know what you can do in that big, wide truck bed! (Pause for knowing chuckle.)

So what did the word flyover make me think of? Well, a hot, sexy pilot. What else, right? Especially one crossing over the interchanges of his life. And a woman with her own interchange challenges. So what happens when they’ve arranged a “ceremonial flyby”—a 1 Night Stand set up through the fabulous Madame Eve.

They’d tried to make their plans carefully. Chelsea Haller saw this as a chance to turn things around in her life. She needed a new job in a new place, and definitely a new man. Preferably one who was not only hot but knew how to treat a woman. Alec Ramsey, a veteran pilot at home in anything that flies, was also at an “interchange” in his life. Looking at The Big 4-0, he yearned to find the right woman to settle down with. One who was a match for him sexually and intellectually.

They didn’t want much, right? (wink)

But Madame Eve assured them she could find the right people to fit their specific requirements. When a snowstorm stranded both of them at the airport in Boston, little did they know when they met in the nearly empty bar that they were Madame Eve’s clients. Or that the sate she’d arranged was with each other.

But it gave them a chance over a last drink to do a little “close-up aircraft reconnaissance” before acknowledging the sizzle between them. The sparks. The dynamic chemistry.Soon the icy snow was forgotten as the heat between practically melted the sheets. It was a night of erotic adventure beyond anything they’d expected from a 1 Night Stand. A “flyover” of epic proportions

Short excerpt:

Alec thought he should check the minibar, maybe offer her a drink. Talk a little while. They hadn’t done much of that in the bar. Get to know a little about each other. But the sexual tension was so strong he could almost see it. He didn’t remember the last time a woman had aroused him that fast without even any foreplay. Did she feel the same electricity? The same connection?

He walked up behind her and hesitated a moment before resting his hands on her shoulders. When she didn’t try to shrug him off or move away, he knew she felt the same attraction he did. Was he moving too fast? Hell, sex was the main item on  thenight’s agenda, anyway. They both knew it. If she shut him down he’d be no worse off than before.

But she didn’t. When he brushed aside her thick mane of hair and skimmed his lips over the soft skin of her neck, a shiver ran through her. A silent acceptance of his touch. God, she smelled so good, like flowers and the ocean and sin. He licked her skin lightly then nibbled on the lobe of one ear.

She pressed back against him and he turned her to face him, studying her for a moment then brushed his mouth over hers. Her lips were lush and full and tempting, with the feel of soft velvet. Tracing the seam of them with the tip of his tongue, he urged her to open for him and thrust inside her.

Jesus!

Her mouth was hot and liquid, her tongue dancing like a live wire. He moved his hands up and down her back, feeling the heat of her through the fabric of the dress. She gripped his biceps with her fingers and when she pressed her lower body against his, every nerve in his body fired. He wanted to go slow, take it easy. Give her the chance to get used to him. They’d barely gotten to know each other. But his body and his brain were engaged in a fierce battle for control.

Their mouths still fused together, he slowly lowered the zipper at the back of her dress and pushed the material down toward her hips. Again paused a fraction of a moment, waiting for her response. She made a slight sound of impatience, backed away from him and shoved the dress the rest of the way down her body, kicking it and her shoes away. His mouth watered at the sight of her in a demi bra, a thong and thigh-high hose. He wanted to grip her round hips, cup her generous breasts, and lick the inside of her curvaceous thighs.

Holy God! He wanted to lick her all over.

Thank you, Madame Eve.

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