The Dark Glamour (666 Park Avenue 2)

was alone in the red-draped cabin with André. Coincidentally or not, he was also watching her in a way that made her wonder if she was still dressed . . . and how strongly she felt about staying that way. Even though she had never been able to read his mind magically, thanks to Katrin’s blocking mojo, she had a fairly strong intuition about what sorts of things he might be thinking.
There are still hours and hours left in the flight,
she reminded herself, stretching her long body languorously.
    ‘The “fasten your seat belts” light is off,’ he told her, echoing her thoughts. ‘Perhaps now you would like to see the rest of the plane?’
    Jane unbuckled her seat belt obligingly but stayed in her seat. ‘What sort of things might I see?’ she asked archly.
    ‘There is an office,’ he told her idly, running an olive forefinger along her arm and making the fine hairs stand on end. ‘A small one, anyway. Very boring. And a little half-kitchen near the back, in case you want just a snack and not a five-course meal.’
    ‘Well, we just ate,’ Jane murmured, turning her body towards his. ‘So I don’t think we need that.’
    He gently tugged the shoulder of her top down her arm. ‘Maybe, maybe not,’ he replied softly. ‘I have learned a thing or two about you, Ella, and I know you are a woman of considerable appetites.’ His finger began tracing her collarbone, which seemed to be directly connected to the electrically warm place between her legs.
    Impulsively, she slid out of her seat and turned so that she was straddling him. His hands gripped the small of her back, pulling her down and closer so that she could feel the hardness of him. ‘I was hoping to hear about a bedroom,’ she told him seriously as his lips touched her throat, ‘but you kept talking about everything else and wore out my patience.’
    ‘Hmm,’ he murmured, his voice muffled by her warming skin, ‘I would never wish to upset a guest, but I do enjoy testing the limits of your patience.’ He reached up and began unfastening the small, iridescent shell buttons of her top. It was a brick-red satin sleeveless thing that would have made the real Jane look both blotchy and lumpy, but on Ella it looked divine, and Ella was the one who coyly slid André’s leather belt out of its buckle. He smiled when he reached her last button, and pulled the top just partway down over her arms, so they were caught behind her in the fabric.
    Then he surged up and spun her back into her own chair, pinning her there with his body. Jane wriggled a little, experimentally. She was pretty sure she could work her arms free of her top with a little effort, if she wanted to, but then André began to kiss his way down her body and she discovered that she really preferred to stay exactly where she was. After a brief pause to flick his tongue gently around her nipples, he moved downward, his mouth sending shivers radiating out in every direction.
    The waistband of the long, swishy broomstick skirt she was wearing – another piece that wouldn’t have flattered Jane’s real, much shorter body – was elastic, and André rolled it down turn by turn. His mouth explored each inch of newly exposed skin, and Jane moaned happily.
Good food, great wine, the setting sun turning the tops of the clouds all gold, and an incredibly sexy man who can’t get enough of my body,
she counted in her head: it was a lot of blessings at once.
Even if I am in near-constant danger, including right now.
    André moved fractionally lower, and a shiver that was neither entirely pleasure nor entirely danger shot up her spine. She didn’t know the specifics of the Dalcaşcus’ negotiations with Lynne, but she could only assume that discovering that one of Lynne’s top-two most-wanted fugitives was in their possession would astronomically improve the siblings’ bargaining position.
    If he finds out who I really am, I’ll be even more trapped than I am right now.
Between the top around her arms, André blocking her into the seat, the sealed doors of the airplane, and the fact that the only nerve-endings of hers that seemed to be working at all were the ones directly under his tongue, a sudden escape would be pretty much out of the question. The fear began to coil around her arousal like a pair of snakes, but both somehow grew stronger by being locked together.
    ‘More,’ she heard herself whisper, her voice rasping in the dry, thin air. ‘I need more.’
    She felt rather than saw