The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

Bonus : Joining Him

The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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I hate this airport. Good thing it will be the last time I have to see it. California, here we come or whatever.

Mickey walks back from the check in counter with a mischievous grin on his face. "What did you do?" I ask as he sits down next to me.

He holds up our boarding passes, and they look different from before. "I got us upgraded to first class, that's what."

"Mickey!" I squeal excitedly. I've never flown first class. "How did you manage that?"

He runs his fingers through his hair with a handsome smile. "Sometimes it pays to be pretty."

I purse my lips at him. "Don't be cocky or anything."

He chuckles. "You love me and my cock."

"Yeah, but one more than the other," I say in jest. Mickey laughs, his eyes squinting with his huge smile.

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When the plane is done boarding, I notice that first class is still half-empty. Oh, shit. That means I'm a pessimist, I think to myself before giggling. The chairs up here are so roomy and comfortable, and they recline. I happily take advantage of the complimentary glass of champagne while the perpetually sober Mickey sits next to me near the window.

I catch him staring at me. "Why are you smiling so much, you fucking weirdo?" I ask as I laugh at the cute smirk on his face.

"I'm just remembered that when we land ..." he starts to say. He brushes my hair behind my ear then lets his fingers trace my jawline. "You never have to leave again."

I take in a small gasp, and then pout. "Ow," I whine. I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.

I try to pull away but he pulls me in for more, placing both hands at my cheeks. His lips slide slowly over mine. He coaxes my jaw open and slides his tongue over mine before taking my lips again. He's getting carried away but I don't care. There's hardly anyone here, and honestly, I like the foreplay.

"Can I get you two lovebirds anything else?" We pull away quickly and turn to find the male flight attendant standing behind me.

"No, I think we have everything we need. Thank you," Mickey says graciously.

The flight attendant's eyes widen and his mouth twitches into a smile. I know that look. I brace myself for the impending fan girling.

"Oh my lord, are you Mickey Vale?" he asks with his southern twang.

Mickey's eyes flicker to mine briefly. He shifts back in his seat. "I am."

"I knew it! We always get celebrities on the LA flights," he explains as if we had asked. He's a chatty one it seems. "It's so great to meet you! I watch you all the time!"