She kept her eyes closed, even though her body was screamingly awake to his touch. It was barely breakfast time, yet it seemed that Lucien was hungry for something other than bacon and eggs.

"Flying makes me horny," Lucien said as he finished her buttons and pulled her blouse out of her waistband.

Sophie bit her lip but didn't open her eyes.

"Are you sure the pilot can't see us?"

Lucien slid down the side zip of her skirt.

"If he’s watching us instead of the skies, we'll know about it soon enough. There are mountains up ahead."

She lifted her hips a fraction to allow him to slide the skirt off.

Black underwear had been a necessity with her choice of blouse. The delicate, raw-edged lace of the balconette bra and high cut knickers made her feel feminine and voluptuous, and from Lucien's low, appreciative whistle, it seemed that he approved too.

Up to then she'd never had the remotest interest in joining the mile high club, but if she had, then being seduced in a private jet by a Norse love god certainly beat being ravaged in the cramped loo on Easyjet, hands down.

Sophie opened her eyes and looked into Lucien's piercing blue ones. She saw lazy lust, and could almost hear the cogs of his mind whirring as he debated what to do with her first.

So why did he have to make all the decisions, all the time?

Suddenly brave, Sophie flipped her seat back into an upright position. With satisfaction, she noted the flicker of surprise in Lucien's eyes, and then the shift from surprise to anticipation when she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of him. What next?

Sophie licked her lips. Lucien sat still and watched her, one eyebrow slightly raised. Nerves danced a tango in her belly.

Did she have what it took to be in control of this man at this moment, to make him feel the way he did her?

There was only one way to find out. She reached out a hand to the shirt button at the base of his throat and pushed it open. His eyebrow inched a little higher, while her fingers inched a little lower, opening the next button.

Pop, pop, pop, and suddenly he was bared to his washboard abs. Sophie sighed with satisfaction, struck all over again by how perfectly sculpted he was.

How could someone so gorgeous not be vain? Because he wasn't. He was cocksure and verging on arrogant, but he didn't use his beauty as a weapon in the way many would be tempted to. It was just there, ready to scorch the eyeballs off anyone whose gaze lingered on him for more than a few seconds. Right now, Sophie was on fire.

She grazed her nails down his hard chest, through the smattering of golden hairs all the way to the barrier of his belt buckle. It was in her way. She worked it open in a couple of seconds, and as soon as she released it she could feel his erection straining for release from his jeans. Knowing that she'd excited him excited her too, and she leaned in, wrapping herself around him to claim the kiss that waited for her on his lips. Slow and intensely sexual, the lingering caress of his mouth wiped out any doubts about her ability to take the lead for a while.

With a little regret, she braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back against his seat. He took it well. Rolling his shoulders and settling in, he lifted himself for her when she put her hands on the top of his jeans and dragged them down to his feet.

How come he was the one in the compromising position, yet she was the one who felt more exposed?

His cock rose between them, hard, proud and mouth-watering. Sophie closed her eyes for a second and swallowed, then looked into Lucien's eyes and ran her tongue over her top lip.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Lucien," she breathed. "I won't do it unless you tell me."

He reached out and tapped her nose lightly. "Touché, Ms. Black. Now stroke my cock."

A tiny smile flitted across her lips as she reached out and circled him with her fingers. He shifted in response to her hands on him and watched, mesmerised, as she brought her hands up to her lips and dampened her fingers with her own saliva. His cock was solid silk underneath the slick stroke of her hands, his balls warm and heavy as she cupped them. She flicked him one of his almost imperceptible trademark winks. She was enjoying this, the shift in power, using the skills he'd taught her to turn him on. Leaning in, she tongued his nipples then glanced down at her hands around his erection.

"Like this, Mr. Knight?" she asked, then leisurely licked her fingers again and interlocked her hands around him. Jesus, he was hard. She stroked his length, letting her thumbs slide over the throbbing head with every upward sweep. Lucien responded with a heavy groan and pushed his cock harder into her hands.

"Come on, Lucien," Sophie whispered, giddy with lust. "Spell it out for me."

His eyes were so dark that she could barely make out any blue, and his chest rose in tell-tale shallow rasps.

"Suck my cock, Sophie. Slide your gorgeous mouth all the way over it."

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Sophie moistened her lips and settled her bottom on her ankles between his knees, then leaned in close and ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock. Holding him firmly, she took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around him until he moaned and one of his hands snaked into her hair. Lust blazed a trail through Sophie all the way down to her sex, ignited by the thrill of kneeling in front of him and being held down.

He was a feast, and she gorged on him. Every slide and swirl of her tongue, every bob of her head pushed him closer, made him harder, until he wasn't stroking her hair so much as grasping her head in both hands and thrusting into her mouth. Sophie stepped up the co-ordinated speed of her slippery hands and her sliding mouth, feeling him hot and hard and about to burst. She glanced up the contours of his body to find him watching her, and the intimacy of the eye contact was all it took to send him over the edge. His hips juddered and salty hot semen pumped into the back of her throat, evidence of what she'd done to him. What she'd done for him.

She swallowed it down, his cock still throbbing in her mouth, his hands gentle now on her hair and shoulders. Sophie closed her eyes and laid her cheek against the firmness of his thigh, her lips lazy over his balls as she listened to his breathing turn slowly from ragged to steady.

"I guess that's another one you can cross off that list of yours. Or two actually," she said, drawing herself up on her knees to face him.

"Two?" His arms slid around her and pulled her close against his naked body.

"Two." She nodded for emphasis, enjoying the heat of his chest against hers. "For one, I've joined the mile high club."

His mouth twisted. "It's a tacky reference, but I’ll accept it. And the second?"