The CEO's Rose

Ryan’s POV

There was nothing that could make a flight seem even longer like sharing it with someone that was trying to laser you with their eyes.

Being that he was currently on a private jet with a woman that he was going to marry, Ryan should not have been experiencing such a thing, but he was.

Looking anywhere but at the person currently glaring daggers at him, Ryan tried to close his eyes and get some sleep. But Vivian’s piercing glare was just too strong. Finally giving up and opening his eyes, he looked over at her and smiled his most charming smile, the one that had made many ladies swoon at just the mere sight of it, Vivian Rose though, might as well have been a block of ice given how cold she remained.

"Sweetheart, it is not so bad," He said and that earned him an even icier glare.

"Not so bad, not so bad Ryan, we are getting married in a few hours, everyone will know!" To emphasize her point, she pulled down the neckline of her top and leaned forward in her seat, allowing him a clear view of her cleavage, for a moment Ryan’s eyes strayed to her lovely mounds and his dick twitched in interest. Clenching his fists and praying for strength, he forced himself to look away from them, and at what had gotten him in trouble in the first place.

While they had been having a good time back at home, he had gotten carried away and the side of her neck now had a very sizable hickey.

"It really is not that bad," He said, sticking with his lie.

"You can hide it with a little bit of makeup. Or you can use your hair. That would really do wonders to cover this up,"

The makeup would not hide it well, and for her hair to hide the bruise, there would have to be very little wind. Ryan knew it and so did Vivian.

With a heavy sigh, he got up from his seat and made his way over to her. If she spent the entire flight angry at him, he had no idea what he would do. So he had to fix it.

***

"Please don’t be angry at me," He begged as he lay his head on her knees. Above him there came a huff, then Vivian’s fingers began carding through his hair, and Ryan smiled softly, knowing that even if she was upset, she at least was not too mad about the whole thing.

Raising his head, he tried for his charming smile again and this time it got him better results.

"You are lucky that I love you. No other woman would have forgiven you for this," Deciding that damage control really was necessary, Ryan came up with an idea on the spot.

"It really is manageable, how about this, a little bit of light makeup like I suggested earlier, but you pair it with a flower necklace. It will definitely cover the hickey even if the wind blows," Vivian stared down at him for a few seconds, her face still in a way that let him know she was truly considering his suggestion.

"I suppose you are right, that will definitely work, so in addition to the simple outfits that will be putting on, flower necklaces for the both of us right?" Ryan had not been intending to put on a flower necklace. But since they would be getting married on an island it would definitely fit the tropical theme, so he nodded.

"Okay, flower necklaces for the bride and groom,"

Thinking on it, Ryan realized that the idea actually sounded nice, no stress, no image to keep up, he would just be showing up on the island and when they left they would be Mr and Mrs Terrell.

Smiling at the thought, Ryan returned his head to her lap, then he began rubbing his cheek against her thigh.

Turning his head, he began dropping open mouthed kisses on her skin as he carefully pushed up her skirt.

Before he could go any further though, Vivian was pushing him away.

Her legs tightly closed, she lowered her skirt and fixed it before turning and giving him a scathing look.

"No way Mr. You have already shown that you cannot control yourself. Back to your seat right this moment, there will be no hanky panky for you,"

Even though he was upset at being denied sex, Ryan returned to his seat laughing, hanky panky, Vivian was such an old soul sometimes.

***

Despite her warning, Ryan’s dick was not at all in agreement with the no sex on the plane rule and it was very adamant on that.

Willing it to go down, Ryan tried to think of some of the most disgusting boner killing things.

Naked, wrinkly old people, politicians smiling...

But none of those things helped, all he had to do was catch sight of Vivian, and his dick wanted to leap at her. Clearing his throat to get her attention, he did not even get a look.

Ryan tried again, but Vivian continued to ignore him, playing games on her phone. So he tried again, and again, and again...

"What?!" She finally snapped and when she looked up, Ryan waved at her before speaking.

"So, about that no sex on the plane rule, how serious were you?"

"Very serious," Vivian said, but then she bit her lower lip, and her eyes slid to his crotch before she forced herself to look back up.

Aha!

She was as thirsty for it as he was, he still had a chance.

Lowering his voice, Ryan tried his luck again. "You know it would be a waste to not use the bed in here, after all what are private jets for," Visibly tempted, Vivian stared out the window, her arms folded over her chest.

"No Ryan, I cannot afford any more marks," Getting to his feet, Ryan walked over to her.

"How about we reverse things then. Instead of you being marked up, you can be the one marking me. We will have matching hickeys, and us wearing the flower necklaces will be a little secret, just for the two of us," Moving closer Ryan began palming himself through his pants.

With an audible sigh, Vivian finally gave in and got to her feet.

"Let’s go,"

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