Authors: Michelle Dare
Tags: #Romance, #Erotica, #Love, #Sex, #erotic romance, #Series
Persuading Him
Persuading Him
(The Heiress, Book 1)
By:
Michelle Dare
Persuading Him
Michelle Dare
Published by Michelle Dare
Copyright ©2015 Michelle Dare
First Edition, ebook - published 2015
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Photography by Sara Eirew
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Editing by Ellie at Love N. Books
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My name is Kasi Markson. You may have heard of me. I’m the twenty-eight year old heiress to the Markson fortune. My father is Kaleb Markson, founder of Markson Aviation. They build private planes in the Midwest for the rich and famous. He lives where he builds. Not me, I prefer the Northeast.
I grew up in Kansas with my father, but as soon as I turned eighteen I went to the mountains of Pennsylvania. No, not many of the world’s wealthy lived there and that was why I liked it. Not many recognize me and the paparazzi tend to leave me alone. Who really wants to hang out in below freezing temperatures for hours waiting to see if I took out the garbage or not? No one.
Oh and I hate the whole K thing. Kaleb, Kasi, whatever. My parents divorced when I was five. Mom received a large amount of money and left without me. Being raised by my dad wasn’t bad. He gave me anything I ever wanted, including my independence. I never fell into drugs or drinking, although I did enjoy a fine wine every now and then.
My dad called this morning to tell me he was having a meeting that I needed to attend tomorrow. I didn’t know what it was about, but if he wanted me there, I’d go. I did hold stake in the company. While not an active employee, my dad knew that I’d always be there for him. When he got older and was unable to run the business anymore it went to me. Did I want it? No. Would I take over and run it for him? If he wanted me to, absolutely.
I have my own jet at the local private airport, but had a difficult time finding a pilot on such short notice. My normal one became very sick and was unavailable, but luckily my regular co-pilot was free. After placing a few calls, I found someone that came highly recommended. He was meeting me at the airport and would be flying me round trip.
My house is nestled deep in the woods away from everyone and everything. The nearest town is twenty minutes away. Fortunately, it was spring and starting to warm up outside. The Town Car that was picking me up would have no trouble getting up to my house. The driveway wound up the hill, leaving my home completely obscured from the road. There is a high fence and gate that surrounds the property to ensure no one gets in.
Looking in the mirror one last time before leaving, I made sure everything was in its place. The last thing I wanted was a picture of myself on a tabloid with wild hair and no make-up. I had straightened my long hair and made sure to apply light lines and color around my eyes. Blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin were all family traits on my father’s side that I had inherited.
I was wearing a pair of designer jeans and a fitted blouse to accentuate my curves. I’d been told in the past my breasts were more than a handful, but it depended on the hand. Women had smaller hands and yes, my breasts were a handful to them. Men had larger hands and could easily cup them. The way they could grip them while their thumbs rubbed over my nipples sent a shiver through me just thinking about it. I experimented while I was in college, but found that I enjoy the company of men more. Picking up my suitcase and purse, I locked the door behind me and began my trip.
The airport is located an hour from my home. Pulling up, I saw that I wasn’t the only jet taking off. Others were lined up near their hangers preparing to depart.
My plane was built for me and my needs. I didn’t often travel with many people. There is room up front to seat eight comfortably with tables to work on and flat screen televisions built into the front panel of the plane. Also, a small bathroom was available for guests and the flight crew. In the back was a separate, secluded room with a queen-sized bed and a private bathroom.
I had it designed with a modern flair. Not a fan of traditional jets, I opted for a white interior with dark grey leather seats. The lines were clean and even the bedroom had stylish grey bedding. I'm not a girly girl. My plane reflects me. Sleek and fast. No expense spared.
My co-pilot met me at the bottom of the stairs as he usually did. Rob was in his late thirties and had a hard-on for me for a long time. He wasn’t my type. I loved him as a friend and nothing more. We’d hung out a few times, but I couldn’t see past the friendship line with him.
“Hi honey,” he said to me with a warm smile. I leaned in for a quick hug.
“Hi Rob. Thanks for working on short notice.”
“No worries, you are always my priority.”
I rolled my eyes at his response. My money was his priority as well. He picked up my suitcase and followed me aboard. I traveled light since the trip was only two days long and I only needed a carry-on. He stowed the bag for me as I got situated for take-off.
There was one flight attendant on board. She was a bubbly woman who appeared to be a few years younger than me. I wasn’t as picky with flight attendants as I was with my pilots. Rob may be a pain in my ass, but he was a friend and I knew he made my safety his top priority.
Low maintenance is an easy way to describe me. If I want something, I get it. I don’t need to be waited on hand and foot. I'm not my father.
The stewardess repeatedly asked me if I needed anything before we departed and I assured her for what felt like the eightieth time that I was all set. I took my earbuds out of my purse, plugged them into my tablet, and sat back with my eyes closed. The flight wasn’t long, only two and a half hours. Maybe I could get a nap in before seeing my dad.
A few minutes later I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. Opening my eyes, I saw a man who utterly took my breath away. He was dressed in black slacks, a white button down dress shirt with stripes on the shoulders, and a solid black tie which made me assume he was my new pilot.
Popping out my earbuds I said, “Hi.”
“Hello ma’am. I’m your pilot, Radek Cole. Thank you for trusting your safety to me. I can assure you that you are in very capable hands.” Great, now I was focused on his hands and wondering what they would feel like cupping my ass while he pounded into me. “Our flight time will be approximately two and a half hours. If you need anything at all I’m at your service.” Anything? I wondered if he really meant that.
“Thank you Radek. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Kasi by the way. No need to call me ma’am.” I scanned him up and down, drinking in every part.
He nodded politely and spoke before heading back to the cockpit. “As you wish, Kasi.” Fuck me sideways. My name on his tongue did something to me.
It wasn’t often that I was left feeling wet from one encounter with a man, but this one, I had no doubt my panties were soaked. Short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a tall build. The way his dress shirt pulled taut over his muscular arms when he moved made my mouth water. My trip had just taken an exciting turn.
The stewardess noticed me staring at his ass when he walked away and felt it necessary to talk to me about him. I didn’t want to chat. I wanted to strip him bare and have my way with him in the back of the plane.
“He’s cute, isn’t he? I heard he once flew planes in the Air Force. I don’t know why he doesn’t anymore, but I’m sure glad he’s here with us.”
“Uh huh.”
That’s all I could say to her. I’m not normally a bitch, but right then, I saw her as competition. My body was sizzling with need and that chick made me crazy. She kept talking about him, but I stopped responding. Eventually she got the hint and left to sit for take-off.
His voice came over the intercom. It wasn’t the words he said, but the way he spoke them. Like silk on my skin, caressing every curve. “Please take your seats, we are preparing to depart.”
The flight might be long after all. How long could I squirm in my seat knowing this sex god of a man was flying my jet? Knowing his hands were all over the controls when they should be all over my body.
As soon as we leveled off I would be moving to the bedroom and taking care of the need that coursed through me. Luckily, I had packed my bullet to take care of that very problem. The little vibrator fit nicely in the zippered compartment of my purse and no one knew it was in there.
The plane began to taxi around the runway and before I knew it we were lifting off. I love flying. It helps that I’ve flown my entire life, I prefer a jet to a car or a train. The way I could leave one side of the country and be on the other in hours, it was exciting. I can go anywhere I want. One of the perks of being an heiress to a father who builds planes.
Radek came over the intercom again. “We have now reached our cruising altitude. Feel free to walk around the cabin and make yourself comfortable.” If he only knew.
Before I could get out of my seat, Bubbles came over making sure I didn’t need anything. I almost slipped and told her how badly I needed to get off. If I liked her more I might have asked her to give me a hand.
“I’m good, thank you. I’m going to go in the back and lie down for a bit.”
“Of course ma’am. If you need me I’ll only be a few steps away.”
I forced a smile. “Great.”
Two seconds after she walked away I grabbed my purse and went to my bed in the sky. I’d fucked quite a few men on it, but none of them noteworthy. Flings only. I didn’t need a man in my life permanently. This woman was fine on her own.