Shit. Shiit. Shiiit. Her stomach regurgitated a bitter fluid to the back of her throat and left it there. Her body's temperature ran a...

'For a room on a plane, I could swing an amur tiger.' Joshua takes my hands and pulls me up onto my heels. I pucker up to him, arms around his neck and we kiss. Long and lingering. 'Merry Christmas,' he says, when we finally let each other up. And just like that, the altitude wasn't the only thing stealing the air from me.

Welcome to your suite, Em! Captain Hart had his caramel on. He'd spun Lemara around, closed the door and caged her to it. Bedroom eyes...