Then his voice cut through the static, smooth and low, a tone that made the hair on the back of your neck rise.
You laughed softly, feeling the lingering thrill of the night still humming through your veins. “Only if you promise to keep pushing those limits,” you replied, your voice a low, seductive promise.
“Alex, you’re always pushing the limits,” you said, your voice a whisper that seemed to travel through the ceiling and down the hallway. “But I think we can arrange a little… private runway for after you land.” I Am An Air Traffic Controller 4 Crack
“Copy, 427. You’re cleared for runway 27. Wind is 12 knots from the west. And… you might want to keep the landing gear down a little longer—just to make it more… interesting.” You let a hint of teasing slip into your voice, the way you always did when you wanted to see a grin on his face.
“Tower, this is Flight 427. We’re ready for a final approach. Any… special instructions?” Then his voice cut through the static, smooth
“Same time tomorrow?” Alex murmured, his forehead resting against yours.
“You came,” he said, his voice low and husky, a smile playing on his lips. “Alex, you’re always pushing the limits,” you said,
You glanced at the flight plan. Flight 427 was a private jet, a sleek black silhouette that had been making the rounds of the city’s most exclusive events. Its pilot, Captain Alex Reyes, was a regular—charming, impeccably dressed, and notorious for slipping a flirtatious quip into every clearance.