“Couldn’t he just fly us to Paris—you know, like on his back?” her mother asked.

Kessily rolled her eyes. “There are times when it’s easier and safer to take the jet.”

Her mother had accepted the idea of dragon-shifters and having one as a son-in-law far more easily than Kessily had imagined she would. Of course, it helped that her mother absolutely adored Falkor, who spoiled her rotten. The townhouse in Denver, as well as their little house, had been sold, and a large estate just outside the city had been acquired. Falkor had installed her mother in one of the two primary suites, and she acted as a kind of combination between major domo and den mother.

A couple of months had passed since they’d stopped Firedrake’s proposed resort and casino development. Her pregnancy was beginning to show and Falkor had wanted to take her and her mother on a trip to Paris and Florence. Her mother had been over the moon.

They were taking the Phantom Fire’s private jet, which was spacious and far more comfortable than any commercial jet.

“You know you really didn’t have to do this. I’m sure there are other things that you should be doing that are more important.”

“Nothing is more important than to ensure your and your mother’s happiness. It won’t be too long before it will be unsafe for you to fly, and then we’ll have our child to care for. And for all your mother has done for us, and the clan, and all the times she worked an extra shift or sacrificed something for you, she deserves to be pampered. Besides, I need to check off another one of your bucket list items.”

He said nothing more as they boarded the plane. They taxied down the runway and the pilot made a smooth ascent into the clear, morning sky. Before they’d even cleared the North American continent, her mother was soundly asleep.

Falkor draped a cashmere blanket over her mother and then extended his hand to her. “Come along, my beautiful eternal flame.”

She quirked her eyebrows in question but took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the back of the plane where the nicely appointed galley was located. She stepped into the area just in front of him and he pulled the curtain closed, tangling his hand in her hair and tugging her head back before lowering his mouth to hers. She could feel the size and stiffness of his erection as he rubbed it against her backside.

“Hands on the wall,” he growled in a low and lustful tone.

“My mother is out there,” she hissed. “And that damn curtain isn’t going to do much as a sound barrier.”

“I’m fairly sure your mother knows we have sex. And I can be quiet if you can,” he teased.

“Falkor…”

The sharp slap to her backside cut off any further discussion. She placed her hands on the wall. He rucked her skirt up around her waist and kicked her feet apart. He slipped his hand between her thighs and made short work of ensuring she was wet enough to take him without a lot of other preliminaries. It didn’t take much. Her body had decided its favorite thing in the world was to be joined with Falkor’s as he took her to dizzying heights of ecstasy. Mainly all she had to do was think of him and she could feel her nipples stiffen and her pussy begin to soften and become lubricated.

Holding her hip firmly in one hand, he guided his hard cock into her pussy in a single, decisive thrust, groaning as he did so. Heaven. Nothing made her feel the way he did when he made love to her. Even when it was fast and furious, it was like no other experience, and it was always a demonstration of his feelings for her.

Falkor thrust into her with a relentless fury that took her breath away. As soon as he plunged deep, he dragged himself back so he could drive in again. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. She tried to move with him, but he held her fast. There was never any doubt in her mind as to who was fucking who.

Pleasure and passion flashed through her system as he hammered her pussy. She could feel her synapses firing as he took her higher and higher. As he thrust into her, her inner walls shook and quivered from the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her.

Kessily’s breath sped up, and the noises she couldn’t quite contain were mere whimpers as her orgasm approached faster than she could comprehend. Her body stiffened in anticipation, and she began to pant, terrified that she would scream his name and wake her mother, who was at the other end of the plane.

Falkor was right, of course—her mother knew all too well that they had sex—a lot of sex. There was something about the way he loved her that was almost embarrassing. He made no secret of the fact that he reveled in her body and that she had pleased him as no other woman ever had. Considering he’d been fucking for thousands of years, that said something.

The amount of pleasure he could inflict and the way he made her body sing the melody to which he supplied the harmony was humbling. He could completely undo her and any plans she had with something as simple as a smile. They were connected in ways she’d never dreamed of, and he didn’t fight fair if he wanted to get laid. More than once he had flooded the tether with waves of lust and need.

Her climax flashed through her like the wildfire that now ran through her veins. She could barely contain the scream that threatened to erupt as she surrendered to her orgasm and felt him stiffen behind her with a final thrust, her pussy spasming as she clamped down hard, her legs trembling as she writhed in his hold, greedily milking his cock, savoring every bit of pleasure she could.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, until she was almost begging for it to end, not sure if she could take any more. The little tremors racing through her body afterwards made her softly moan, and he continued to move, drawing little mini orgasms from her.

Finally, he uncoupled from her, nuzzling her neck and smoothing down her skirt as he tucked his cock back inside his jeans and buttoned up his fly.

He opened the curtain and led her back toward the front of the plane.

Sex in an elevator? Check.

Sex outdoors? Check.

Sex under a waterfall? Check.

Sex that qualifies for the ‘mile high club?’ Check.

Sex with a dragon? Check. Check. And triple check.

Pretty soon she was going to have to come up with a new list.