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if they were alone in the
world. The lights were dimmed and the movie started, but Jake watched
Christine. It was all too easy to imagine how he could make her fantasy come
true.
    Was
it an invitation? After that kiss, he hoped so.
    When
Christine stirred in her sleep and her lips parted, he couldn’t stand it any
longer. He bent down and touched his lips gently to hers. He was going to just
brush her mouth with his, but she made a sleepy sound of pleasure in her
throat, like a purr. That sent a surge of heat through his veins. He slid his
fingers into her hair again and pulled her closer, deepening his kiss. She was
so sweet and soft and responsive.
    His
hand moved under the blanket and he cupped her breast in his hand, letting his
fingers trail over its ripe curve. Christine sighed with contentment and
nestled against him, the touch of her lips against his throat and the feel of
her breath against his skin making him want to take her right then and there.
    “Honeymooners,”
the stewardess teased on her way through the cabin and Jake jumped at the sound
of her voice. He straightened and tucked Christine beneath the blanket again,
taking a deep breath and fighting to collect his thoughts.
    Unfortunately,
they weren’t running off to an island paradise for a romantic vacation together,
as the stewardess thought. Christine was effectively one of the family and that
meant Jake would be surrounded not only by his immediate family, but a dozen
aunties and uncles. Here he was, intent upon seducing a woman by fulfilling her
fantasy, and he had an audience.
    One
misstep and they would all take Christine’s side, just the way his mom had this
morning. Christine was universally adored in his family. That she even called
his mom ‘Mom’ only added to the sense that he was hitting on a sister, someone
who should have been off-limits.
    But
Christine wanted a secret lover and that could be the perfect solution. He
could spend time with her during the day and seduce her secretly at night. If
Jake was going to fulfill her fantasy, he had to keep his nocturnal identity
secret, even from Christine. The mystery of the lover’s identity was part of
her fantasy.
    It
could work.
    He
was already in love with her, so that part of the fantasy was covered. Naked
moonlight swims. Seduction on a deserted beach. Hidden identities and
discovered passions. Six days and seven nights of pleasure.
    He
could work with all of that.
    He
spent the flight planning—and imagining.
    When
they began their descent, Christine stirred, probably from the changing sound
of the engines. Jake seized the in-flight magazine and frowned at it in
apparent concentration when she stretched and straightened. “Are we there yet?”
she asked, her voice soft and sleepy. She looked so adorable and sexy that he
wanted to kiss her all over again.
    But
he had to keep his cover.
    “Almost.”
He spoke briskly, giving her a businesslike smile. “The champagne got to you,
didn’t it?”
    She
smiled sweetly. “I guess so. How long was I sleeping?”
    “Long
enough to have a hot dream.”
    Her
eyes flew open at that. “What?”
    “You
were moaning and squirming,” he said, dropping his voice to a murmur. “Good
thing everyone was watching the movie.” Christine’s lips parted in horror. Jake
knew he had to tease her or kiss her, and that he didn’t have a choice of which
to do—yet. “So, were you dreaming of your mystery lover meeting you on a
moonlit beach? Naked?”
    Christine
sat up and looked around, clearly startled. “But I thought...”
    “What?
That he was here?” Jake smiled and shook his head, pretending to read the
magazine. “It did look like a good dream.”
    Christine’s
mouth opened and closed. Then she pushed to her feet and went to the washroom.
Good thing she hadn’t noticed that he had the magazine open to the
configuration of the airline’s fleet.
    By
the time, she returned, she had wound her hair back up and fixed her lipstick,
as well as