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of a row with some kid kicking
the back of my seat for three hours straight.”
    “You don’t have to
worry about that here.”
    Dom puts my bag down and pulls me
in for a kiss. I melt into him, gripping his shirt as his palms trace
my shoulders and down my arms.
    “Do you have any idea what
I’m going to do with you in Paris, Juliet?” His voice is
a throaty whisper.
    I shiver with anticipation.
    “All the ways I’m
going to fuck you…” he continues, sliding his hands down
to grip my ass. “How much you’re going to love it, how
you’re going to be begging me for more?” Gently, he palms
my breast through my blouse, pebbling my nipple and making me gasp.
    “Is that a promise?”
I whisper, feeling light-headed.
    “An absolute promise.”
    There’s someone approaching
down the aisle, but I can’t resist leaning up and murmuring in
his ear. “I can’t wait to earn my Mile High Club badge.”
    He grins. “I like how you
think.”
    The sound of someone clearing
their throat breaks the moment. “Mr. Rexford? We’re
ready.” It’s the flight attendant.
    “Excellent.” Dom
releases me. “Come then,” he tells me with a wink, “We’ll
find our seats for take-off.”
    We get settled in the main cabin,
although it’s like no airplane cabin I’ve ever been in.
The chair is so wide, I can probably curl up and sleep in it. I
buckle up, and try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.
    “Something wrong?”
Dom asks.
    I flush. “Planes…aren’t
my thing. I’m fine once we reach altitude, but taking off
rattles me.”
    “Don’t worry. This
pilot is one of the best. It’s very safe.”
    “I know,” I say,
trying to brush off my anxiety. “It’s just a stupid
phobia.”
    Dom takes my hand and gives it a
reassuring squeeze. I hold on tight, bracing myself. The engines rev
up, getting louder as the seconds tick by.
    “You really are scared?”
He frowns.
    “It’s nothing. Ignore
me.” I gulp.
    “Let’s see if we
can’t distract you…” Dom pulls a blanket down and
spreads it across both our laps. I’m confused, until his hand
disappears under the blanket and caresses my thigh. By increments, he
slides his hand higher, pushing up the hem of my skirt in the
process.
    I swallow hard. “I’ll
need a lot of distraction.”
    Dom laughs.
    “I didn’t mean it
like that!” I exclaim, but he just leans over and envelops my
mouth in a firm kiss. I try to relax, but I’m completely aware
of his hand still stroking upwards between my bare thighs. Dom gently
nudges until I move my legs wider apart under the blanket. I catch my
breath, now not sure whether my heart is racing in fear – or
desire.
    The plane starts to taxi down the
runway and I grab his arm, feeling silly. But Dom’s fingers
don’t stop. They trace from my inner thigh to the edge of my
panties. I let my thighs part a little more, relaxing – until
the hostess passes us. I tense up.
    “All buckled in and set for
takeoff?” she asks.
    “Ready to go,” Dom
answers, still tracing up my inner thigh. She moves on, and takes her
own seat at the back of the plane.
    “Dom…” I shift
in my seat, glancing over at her. My body is demanding, but my brain
is screaming abort, abort! “We…could always just talk.”
    “Not as fun.” He
makes lazy circles on my skin, and I close my eyes to sink into the
sensation. I fight to keep it together.
    “I wanted to explain, about
Alexander.”
    “No.”
    His fingers slip under my panties
and rest at the top of my mound. Damn him. I reach beneath the
blanket to grab his wrist, arching into him just a little.
    “But…”
    His
finger glides over my throbbing clit, then lower, tracing an
invisible line through my wetness, teasing me without mercy. Licks of
delicious heat uncurl in his wake, my legs falling completely open.
Dominic groans low and leans into me, and I shiver as his breath
touches my ear.
    “My brother quits things as
fast as he starts them. He’s insignificant and a problem,