Novels by Aurora Kim

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟“Ladies and gentleman, we are now cruising at 37,000 feet. The Captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. You may now move around the cabin…”My seatbelt is off in the next moment and then my arms are wrapped around Winter. My fingers find her seatbelt buckle, pressing the button before she can react to my touch. “Finally,” I murmur.She freezes for a moment, her surprise clear. She slowly relaxes, letting me pull the blanket over my lap. These blankets are large enough, which is absolutely crazy. Like, where do they fit them?“I love holding you.” I pull her closer. What I really want to do is lay down and pull her on top of me, cover her with a blanket and stroke her hair. She’s so fucking beautiful. And she smells fantastic. Well, at least I have the next best thing. My right arm is wrapped around her and I can’t keep myself from running my hand over her back. Her head on my chest, her fingers playing along my shirt.I can’t get enough of her mango scented whate

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ “You weren’t kidding.” I sigh as I lay back on the ridiculously comfortable plane seat. “They are a lot bigger.” I can’t help but stretch out, ridiculously pleased with the way the situation has turned out.“It’s so comfortable,” I groan. Seriously, I’m stupid happy.Blake chuckles beside me, stretching his 6’4 frame out. I didn’t realize how tall he was until I stood one step ahead on the escalator and he was still taller than me.It’s not fair, it’s really not. I struggle to reach stuff in my upper kitchen cabinets and he’s almost as tall as them. No question he’d be able to reach them, no problem.That’s stupid though. It’s not like he’d come to my tiny one bedroom. I’m not quite destitute but most of my money goes into savings. I have a tiny amount that I budget a month for “fun.” Other than my bills and necessary living expenses, nearly everything else goes into my savings, retirement fund and all that.I still feel stupid for emptying my more casual savings accoun

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I never knew a woman could be this cute. Like, she’s almost heartbreakingly cute. I’m starting to understand why people call their pets fur babies. Technically, Winter is not my pet, but she’s adorable enough to be. Her eyes are on me. I can practically feel them moving up and down my body. I smirk to myself, feeling particularly smug, especially after the way I took her last night. I’m pretty tempted to tug my sweater off but I think that would draw more attention than I want. She left some pretty intense marks on me last night. Bite marks, scratches, hickies and probably a few bruises from how hard she gripped my biceps. It was amazing and passionate. There was this burning intensity with it, even though it wasn’t frantic. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more aroused. It was so hard to focus when all I wanted to do was hammer into her.The way her body pressed into mine. The way her curves fit into me perfectly. The way she moaned and begged and called out my name. Jus

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟Well, this is different.I’m going through security with Blake, like your average passenger. It’s weird though. This rich, successful businessman, who’s a soon to be CEO over one of the largest tech companies in the country, is getting checked just like anyone else.Did I really think he’d get a private jet? I mean, he wouldn't have had to buy me a ticket if he used a private jet, right? We’d probably do a private security check and just get on the plane and join the mile high club. He’d have me in the back of the plane the minute the seatbelts could be removed. Probably fuck my brains out with his hand clasped over my mouth so the pilot and everyone on the plane couldn’t hear me. He wouldn’t have just done it once either.I honestly don’t know if I would’ve been able to deal with that. I already had a hard time this morning. It took me over an hour laying in bed after waking up to be able to walk even a little.Meanwhile, Blake was strutting around with his hairless ches

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I can’t sleep.Winter is laying against my chest, her leg over my thigh as she drifts off to sleep, Her fingers periodically draw circles on my chest. They start and stop based on her level of consciousness. I have the feeling that she's trying to stay awake but losing whatever competition that’s between her and the sandman. Every time her hand stops moving, she dozes but then she jerks slightly and those fingers start moving again. The cycle has repeated itself probably ten times by now.I chuckle softly, not wanting to wake her. She’s wearing one of my shirts, completely braless. Her bra is somewhere in the corner of the room, having been tossed while we were in the throes of passion.I’m tired, I’m not going to lie. She’s too sexy not to be. I can’t help but take her hard. The way she cums drives me past the point of madness. I took her four times, making sure to push her over the edge over and over. I didn’t even switch positions, just moved how she likes.My biceps an

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟Hot damn.Why is he so sexy?He always feels so good. Hot to the touch, hot enough to have my blood simmering. Lips soft, moving against mine. His touch is gentle, surprising me. I expected him to be aggressive, not tender but I need it. I need him to be tender.My elbow is shaking from the effort of holding myself up. That’s what I tell myself. It’s more like I’m trembling from the intensity from his very proximity. His short beard scratches my palm, sending a shiver through me. His scent, woodsy and fresh, threatens to send my system into overdrive. The entire thing has become bittersweet. My emotions are showing. I wish they weren’t but they are. I have the feeling that everything is going to hell. Regardless of the pictures or the posts, I’m sure this whole thing is going to collapse once we return.I can't deal with it. I didn’t sign up to have my life turned upside down. My hand finds his chest and I’m torn between pulling him closer or pushing him back so I can d