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Fog filleddown on a woman wouldn’t violate the no-sex rules “Why?”

“Why can’t I get a blow job, but I’ that, and she was probably hoping it’d make me more likely to lose the bet”

The ie was instantaneous—hi on his shoulders Would he close his eyes as hisasp of breath I took?

It was a thousand degrees on the plane, and still I shivered inside iven myself, I threw the same demand he’d issued earlier, only my voice was a whisper “Show me”

His hand clenched on top of mine, perhaps a reflex at the heat my words caused in him He squeezed almost to the point of discomfort “Well, that’s a spectacularly bad idea”

Only there was an edge buried in his statement that said he liked htened, and adjusted his seatbelt Or possibly he was disguising the way he had to adjust himself inside his jeans

With his touch gone, so ame He was another safe to crack, a puzzle to unlock, and I needed a new approach “You’re right,” I said “If you think you can’t handle it—that it would be too te for you— then we shouldn’t”

His icy blue eyes narrowed at e “I didn’t say I couldn’t handle it” I expected him to say more, or at least come back with a sharp retort, but instead he scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed “E, and it’s only going to get harder the ether The bet is ridiculous, and no one’s keeping score exceptto me to finish it”

Guilt sliced down throughit harder on hi”

That probably wasn’t likely, but he looked relieved

It wasn’t long after that when the attendant appeared, prepared the cabin for dinner, and then served us We had linen napkins, fancy silverware, and actual plates—it was like eating at a high-end restaurant I almost wished Vance had made me sit in the back rohere the seats were smaller and wouldn’t recline while I was fed a tasteless frozen dinner

How on Earth was I going to go back to flying commercial? He was, of course, used to the luxury This was commonplace to a one-percenter like him He’d never had to sit shoulder to shoulder with the plebs in econoht to find overhead compartment space