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A look of distaste took the heat out of his eyes

He took a swig of whiskey and eventually muttered, "Thanks"

I looked down at his lap The erection was gone

Trying not to smile, I looked away casually and asked airily, "What do you want to talk about until the flight is called?"

"Cold wind Sleet The ugly door "You ive you an erection?"

He sly "Maybe we should just stop talking altogether And put a bag over your head And cover your legs"

"Just don’t look at me"

"I can still smell you"

"I could move"

"Dare move away from me and I’ll put you over my knee, Wife"

"That doesn’t sound so bad"

Braden cut me a dirty look and I covered rin

We were silent for a fewour honeymoon so far"

He took my other hand in his "I aainst his "Do you want to wait in the first-class lounge? I’m sure it’s filled with stuffy businessmen types ill certainly shatter the very sexualon here with all their stiff-upper-lippishness"

Braden’s mouth twitched "Stiff-upper-lippishness?"

"Stiff-upper-lippishness"

He nodded, laughing softly now as he got up out of the stool and helpedan are, "Maybe we should stop using the word ‘stiff’ since apparently beingcontrol over ht have"

"Grounds for divorce?" I teased as we showed our boarding passes to an airline attendant at the lounge doors

"Grounds for athat the airline attendant had turned purple at his reply "You won’t be able to walk for a while when I’attendant behind

I determinedly tried not to showhot, blush-inducing shit like that to me in public The key was to not let hi as we’re talking asms"

Three suits turned their heads toward e, their eyebrows raised

Braden and I stopped and I felt his hand squeeze et thrown out of the first-class lounge"

I smirked "You started it"

"Actually, you started it"

I heaved a sigh and glanced at ot about ten hours before we can finish it"

Not looking too happy about that, Braden’s eyes swept the roo them when they stalled on the restroom door

"No," I said irin that was very, very difficult to resist

Shit, fuckity, shit, fuck

"Braden, no," I hissed "There’s no e can do that discreetly"

"So?"

"Braden--"