First Class: BWWM Billionaire Erotica

I tried to avoid contact with his piercing blue eyes but they were like a magnet, constantly drawing me back in. The man was gorgeous by all accounts and I couldn’t resist picturing those white muscles wrapped around my mocha colored curves.

But I was a good girl. Any man who could invoke the types of thoughts that he did without even so much as a word must be bad news. As I got onto the plane I was relieved that I’d never have to be melted by his gaze again.

Or at least that’s what I thought. Upgraded to first class, I took my seat beside him. This was a man who got everything he wanted, and today he was craving some curvy dark chocolate.