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well into the flight. By then, they should be beginning their descent into Dublin. Blake nodded to his partner, Duncan Archer, who sat directly behind the man. Their boss, Brooklyn Stewart, was masquerading as a flight attendant. She nodded subtly while she passed him in the aisle.
    Suddenly the plane dropped in altitude. Immediately the fasten seat belt sign lit up. The pilot ordered everyone back to their seats. There was a flurry of activity while people did just that. Analeigh’s eyes were widened by fear. Blake slid into the empty middle seat that had once separated them. After fastening his seat belt, he gathered Analeigh into his arms and held her against his chest. The front of his shirt became wet with her tears.
    “I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t be so afraid.”
    Cupping her cheek, Blake tilted her face to his. “Don’t ever apologize for how you feel. I know this is scary for you and I’m right here.”
    She smiled. “I’m glad you are. I don’t know how I’d survive this flight without you.”
    To his surprise, Analeigh leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Her soft, sweet mouth took his mind off of the vibrating plane. Instead of him comforting her, her kiss became his refuge. That soft place to land that he’d been searching years to find. His cock strained against his zipper, begging for freedom.
    The plane’s war with the turbulence had ended, but the war within Blake had just begun. He leaned away first. She seemed startled, as if she hadn’t realized what she’d done. Pulling away from him, she rested her back against the window. When she parted her lips to speak, Blake covered them with his index finger.
    “Don’t apologize,” Blake said. “I’m not mad. Just ticked off that you beat me to it.”
    Analeigh reached up to remove his finger from her lips. “Maybe you can buy the next round.”
    Blake smirked. He simply pulled her back against him and devoured her mouth. With his assignment over, he could focus on the real mission at hand: making Analeigh his.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    The plane seemed to level off, yet Analeigh’s lips refused to give up the sanctuary she found in Blake’s languid kiss. She wasn’t about to pull away. If she was about to die in a giant fireball when the plane fell from the sky, she wanted no regrets.
    He tightened his arms around her to bring her closer to him. Analeigh suspected his body was also something she could get lost in. The pilot announced that he’d be turning off the seat belt light again after a few more miles of clear flying.
    Closing her eyes, Analeigh swept her tongue against his and ran her fingertips over the stubble that covered his chin. She wondered if she was just another girl in another port. Would he remember her after this flight? Would she, and did she want to, remember him? There was something in the way he kissed her. The way he was so patient with her through her phobia that told her he could be more than a fling. The way he caressed her back with such strength that her panties were beginning to disintegrate. And, yes, she wanted to know more about Blake.
    He tore his lips from hers. When he leaned away from her, his eyes blazed with passion, making his steely gaze even more so.
    “Why are you single?” she blurted out. “I’m amazed that a guy like you exists in the world.”
    He chuckled. “My career has left me with no time except to hunt. And I haven’t found a prize worth spearing with my rod.”
    She giggled at his analogy and caressed his solid thigh. Moments later, she settled her into his arms and leaned against his chest. Once the seat belt lights were turned off, she removed hers to wrap herself in his arms while they watched an action movie on his tablet. By the time the movie ended, meals had been handed out, then collected. Three hours and half a romantic comedy later, the lights in the cabin were turned out for the night. It struck her how this felt