Jessa Dawson is a cynical manager of a five-star hotel in Roanoke, Virginia. She’s never been the type who longed for adventure, romance, or living in the moment. For Jessa, her career has always been her top priority, though lately even that part of her life is becoming less fulfilling. Jessa isn’t much of a people person and has always tried to fly beneath the radar whenever possible.<br><br>Beautiful and mysterious Holly Reynolds is quite the opposite. She’s always up for an adventure. As a retired model, Holly has traveled the world, yet she still has one fear in life. Holly is terrified of being in confined spaces, planes especially. When she travels, she finds herself becoming lost in an alcoholic oblivion to block out her anxiety.<br><br>Jessa's and Holly’s paths cross on a flight to Las Vegas. Jessa is instantly annoyed with Holly’s constant chatter, but Holly is simply trying to prevent a panic attack from occurring. By the time the flight lands, the sparks are undeniable, and Jessa finds herself becoming lost in Holly’s charms. After a little too much alcohol, neither of their lives will ever be the same.

Ticket to Paradise

I nibbled her breasts as I sipped a single finger into the slickened folds of her sex. I had never felt someone so wet before. When I inserted two more fingers and drove inside, the sloshing sounds sent shivers down my spine. She cried out when she rose from the bed and thrust her pelvis firmly against my hand. I bit down on her nipple and she screamed even louder. Her fingernails dug so deep into my flesh that I could feel the blood trickle down the center of my back. Fuck. I whimpered from the pain. I thrust inside her that much harder, slamming her smooth clit with my hand. My thumb drew slow circles around her clitoris and she groaned.


“Yes!” she screamed. Her hips thrust harder, lifting up as the steamy fluids washed over my fingers. “Jessa,” she whimpered when her hips wildly bucked against me. 


Chapter 6