She gathered her skirt up and held it at her waist. His fingers tightened on her as he shifted her into position over him. She felt the head of his cock brush against her and gasped at the electric zing it sent through her. Then he was slowly lowering her, impaling her on him with exquisite deliberation. The sense of being filled and stretched made her sigh in sheer bliss. He brought her down so she was spread open over his lap, the insides of her thighs brushing against the fine fabric of his trousers. He held her there, neither of them moving as they let the intimacy of being joined sink deep inside them.

She wanted more. She tightened her internal muscles around him, making both of them moan. “Do that again,” he ground out. “Yes.” He hissed out the s as she obeyed. She contracted a third time and his self-control broke. He raised her just enough so he could withdraw and thrust back into her, going faster and deeper with each stroke.

Pinning her skirt against her waist with her elbows, she grabbed his wrists and held on while he drove her to a climax that convulsed muscles she didn’t know she had. When the shocks began to fade, he seated himself hard and fast and used his thumb on her to trigger another searing orgasm as he reached his release inside her.

She let go of his wrists and fell forward in a boneless heap on top of him, her forehead resting against his shoulder while she gulped in chest-heaving breaths. His arms went around her, and he turned his head to kiss her temple. “I’ve been thinking about doing that ever since you called,” he said.

“That’s a good use of your brilliance.”

“I’ve heard the mind is an erogenous zone.”

“Anywhere you touch me is an erogenous zone.” Chloe felt him slip out of her, setting off both a ripple of lingering pleasure and a yearning at the loss. She shifted so he could dispose of the condom and then turned sideways to snuggle down against him. “Lobster is going to be an anticlimax.”

“We’ll have oysters too.”

Chloe chuckled. “Because you need an aphrodisiac? I don’t think so.”

“They were for you. I don’t need any aphrodisiac except this.” He ran his hand along the curve of her hip before he turned her face up and pressed his lips to hers.

She had to remind herself that this wasn’t a fairy tale where the handsome prince was going to marry her and carry her off in his Learjet to his penthouse. She needed to keep a proper perspective on what was merely mind-blowing sex. Burying her face against his chest, she allowed herself a grim smile. Merely mind-blowing sex was an oxymoron.

She felt him settle more comfortably in the seat and let her eyelids drift closed. She focused on the smell of his skin, a slight spice of spent sex underpinning the clean, warm aroma that was Nathan’s. His breath tickled past her ear, and his heartbeat sounded a quiet rhythm against her cheek. She tucked her arm around his rib cage, appreciating the texture of muscle and bone. “How many hours can the plane keep flying before it runs out of fuel?”

“I’ll have Kurt circle the airport until the gauge hits empty.” His voice sounded drowsy too. “There’s always a little in reserve for landing.”

The hum of the jet engines and the hiss of the air circulating in the cabin spun a cocoon of suspended time around them. Chloe had no idea whether it had been minutes or hours when Nathan stirred and murmured by her ear, “The ‘Fasten Seat Belts’ sign just came on.”

“Can’t you just fasten your seat belt over both of us?”

“I could, but Kurt and Sarah would get an eyeful when they came out of the cabin after we landed.”

She moved her hand to his chest to push herself upright. As she shifted her position, her thigh brushed against Nathan’s cock and she realized he was hard again. “Oops, not much we can do about that right now.”

“There’s always the limo ride to the restaurant.”

Chloe choked as she shook her skirt down and smoothed the crumpled sateen while he straightened his own clothing. The plane banked and she practically fell into her seat, hastily buckling the seat belt.

Then they were on the ground and Nathan was escorting her to a black limousine parked on the edge of the tarmac. She caught a brief whiff of the sea as he handed her into the car.

She slid across the seat to let him in beside her, shivering a little when the car’s heater chased away the chill of the northern wind. As he sat and stretched his long legs out, he said, “I was joking about the limo ride.”

Chloe relaxed. She was still dubious about that thin partition between the driver and the backseat providing any privacy. “Maybe on the way back to the airport,” she said.

He put his arm around her shoulders to pull her close as the limousine glided into motion. Dropping a kiss on the top of her head, he said, “After the oysters.”

Chloe let her hand rest on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle under her palm. She let her gaze trace down the length of his leg to the polished black loafers. A shiver of delight shook her as she felt his fingers playing in her hair where it fell over her shoulder. It was almost too much to bear, this sensual onslaught.

She forced her brain to begin to function on a less primitive level. “You said you were working on the Prometheus project. What happened?”

His fingers stilled. “I couldn’t focus on paperwork so I decided to try a change of scene.”

“Why couldn’t you focus? Are you still not feeling up to par?” She kept forgetting he’d been ill only four days before.