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to the plane. "What do you think of my Super Grand Caravan 850 Blackhawk? She's a beaut, isn't she?"
    Jacade places his hands on his hips and inspects the plane. "That's one fine flying machine you got there, Frank." They both laugh.
    Frank runs the rag under his fingernails and into his palm. "You would know, Jacade. I can't thank you enough for stepping in and helping me. I don't know what I would've done if—"
    Jacade cuts him off. "Not one more word about it." Jacade slaps his hand on Frank's back.
    Holy crap. Did Jacade buy this man an airplane?
    "Frank, I'd like you to meet Ivy." Frank's eyes broaden as he and Jacade turn and walk toward me. I check my outfit in case my underwear is peeking out or something. Nope, all good.
    "Ivy, great to meet you." Frank shakes my hand and sports a genuine smile.
    "Nice to meet you too, Frank." He seems sweet. Frank watches me for an uncomfortable moment as if he's trying to decide if I'm real or not.
    He claps his hands together and startles me. "Well, let me know when you're ready." He strides off, but stops and turns halfway to the plane.
    "Oh, Jacade. Frank Jr. will be here in ten." Jacade waves, and Frank jogs back to the plane.
    Jacade strolls to me and takes my hands in his. "Are you going to tell me what we're doing?" I ask.
    "Feel like jumping out of a plane today?"
    Oh my god. "By myself?"
    "No, with me. Tandem."
    "Are you serious? Skydiving is on my bucket list! This isn't happening."
    "I am very serious, and it is happening right now." I leap into his arms. Everything else is forgotten. Uncle Bernie, Aunt Helen, Viktor. Especially Viktor. I'm going skydiving! Like today! With my sex god on a stick!
    He presses a laughing kiss to my ear, and his voice is enthused as he says, "Let's get suited up."
    ***
    Jacade
     
    Shit. The expression on Ivy's face. Like a child watching fireworks on the Fourth of July. She's glorious.
    As we're zipping up our jumpsuits, I can't help but gaze at her. She checks her appearance in the glass window of the small office in the corner of the hangar. I'm riveted as I watch the thin, purple-and-black nylon fabric stretch across her bountiful, round ass. My dick lengthens at the thought of her wearing only the jumpsuit with her tits poking out of the zipper.
    Fuck, I need to be inside her.
    "Are you nervous?" She clearly is. I would be troubled if she wasn't. We're about to jump out of a plane.
    She peers over her shoulder at me. "A little." Her timid voice confirms my assessment. She's scared. And fuck if her fear isn't making my dick twitch. I walk over to her and help her with the rest of her gear.
    "Still want to do this?" I want her to have an out.
    "Oh, yes. Yes. I do." Her repeated words don't sit well with me. However, I know Ivy wouldn't do something she didn't want to.
    "Frank Jr. is going to jump as well. He's going to be filming us. You always have to have a video of your first jump. I still have mine."
    I wrap my arms around her and gaze into her fearful yet eager eyes. Her chest rises and falls as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Christ, I crave this woman. No, I require her. My body's essentials include food, water, air, and Ivy. I cease to exist without her.
    My thoughts disturb me. I'm Trip, the man other men fear. The man who doesn't ask questions and doesn't accept pathetic excuses. Follow my orders or reap the consequences. Plain and simple. For these reasons, I will be chosen to lead the council when Raymond passes.
    But now this radiant woman is the chink in my armor. The one place my enemies' swords could strike to slice through my epidermis and cripple me to my knees. Powerless and defeated, I would drop to the floor at their feet. I'd hemorrhage a river of agony envisioning her delicate face as I perish.
    I stare at the ground and compel myself to focus. "Okay, let's go through some basic information."

Chapter 4
     
    Ivy
     
    The plane's engines rev and the bench beneath me vibrates like one hundred lawn mowers firing