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“It feels weird to be traveling for two weeks and not have a
ton of luggage,” Bella said, watching as our one bag was being loaded into the
cargo hold of Aro’s private jet.
“Bella, we’re going someplace tropical. You also said, and I
quote, ‘We’re not going to be dressed all that often,’” I quipped, wrapping my
arms around her slender waist. I shifted so I was behind her, kissing her neck
and stroking her wedding set on her finger. “I fully intend to follow through
on that, Mrs. Masen.”
“Hmmm,” she whimpered, melting against my chest. “I see your
point. So, we’re going to be naked most of the time?”
“If I have my way,” I growled lowly in her ear. I couldn’t
be as affectionate as I wanted since we were on the tarmac of a very public
airfield. The paparazzi were trying to get pictures of us in a compromising
position, but we were too far for them to get a clear photo. Still, I didn’t
want a photo of my hand on her breast, even a grainy distant shot. I kept my arms
firmly around her waist as I nuzzled her neck, but I did grind my arousal into
her ass. She pressed against me, whimpering quietly. “As soon as we’re at
cruising altitude, Bella, the first of many times that I will be making love to
you will happen. Three words: Mile High Club.”
“When is the damn plane taking off?” she asked breathily.
“Mr. and Mrs. Masen? We’re nearly ready. If you want to
board the plane,” said the first officer. I smiled crookedly, taking Bella’s
hand and leading her onto the sleek looking Leer jet. The first officer told us
that we’d be left alone by the one flight attendant, save for take offs and
landings and for our meals. The flight was nearly a day, plus a brief stopover
in Hawaii to refuel. Bella and I buckled up in the leather seats. The flight
attendant went over the safety features before going to sit in the front of the
plane, near the captain and first officer.
“Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?” Bella
asked, pouting adorably.
“We’re going across the International Date Line,” I said,
kissing her forehead. “It’s going to take nearly a day to get there, but after
that, we have two weeks of fun in the sun. From our honeymoon, though, we’re
flying to the first of the premiers. Our first public outing as husband and
wife.”
“I think I should wear a white dress for that first
premier,” Bella giggled. “Almost recreate our wedding day, but in premier
clothes.”
“I’m okay with that,” I snickered, kissing her lips.
“I’m going to text Ginny so she can have our stylist set that up,” she said, pulling out her phone. Her
thumbs flew over the screen, informing Ginny of what we wanted and as she finished up, the plane was prepared for departure. “Ginny said that she’ll work her magic but we’ll be surprised when we get to London. We’re not to contact her in any way, shape or form until we take off to Heathrow."
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