"I've blown my boss." Sophie felt her cheeks flare pink as soon as the words left her mouth.

Lucien nodded. "But we still need to work on that blush."

He reached around her and unclipped her bra, then slid it off her body. "You're still blushing."

What did he expect? She was kneeling between his thighs wearing nothing but her underwear as his private jet bore her through the skies, destination unknown. This was not her average Friday morning.

"You're pink all the way from here..." - he touched his fingers to her warm cheeks - "To here." He swept his fingertips down her neck to hold her breasts in his palms like a fruit seller might cup oranges, his thumbs playing with her nipples. He ducked down to suck each one in turn, then licked her lips before sliding his tongue into her mouth.

"Stand up."

She heard his quiet command, but faltered with a fresh attack of nerves.

"Sophie..." his tone was quiet but brooked no argument. Still hot-cheeked, she got to her feet. She felt intensely exposed, standing in the cabin of the jet in just her knickers. And then she felt even more exposed when Lucien peeled them down her legs.

"Step out of them."

She lifted one foot and then the other for him to remove them over her high heels.

"And stop blushing."

"I can't," she said, and clamped her hands to her cheeks. She was completely nude and Lucien's head was level with her crotch. "You're certain the pilot won't come in?"

Lucien looked up from between her legs and ran one fingertip all the way from her perineum to the front of her sex.

"I'm certain." His finger swept back along the same path. "I couldn't swear for the co-pilot though."

Sophie gasped. "There's more than one of them through there?" She glanced towards the cockpit doorway and tried to step back, but Lucien's hands landed on her hips and held her captive.

"Lucien, I..." Sophie's protest died on her lips at the first touch of his insistent tongue. However much she feared being caught naked by the co-pilot, the wicked anticipation of what Lucien was about to do was more compelling. He scooted forward to sit on the edge of his seat, his beautiful face upturned between her spread legs. Sophie couldn't recall ever feeling more sexual than at that moment, standing in stiletto heels, naked, with her incredible lover gazing right up into her sex. And then she felt more raunchy still, as he spread her open with his fingers and stroked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris.

He looked up her body and locked eyes with her. Sophie sucked in a deep breath, beyond turned on at the sight of him buried nose deep in her sex. She jittered deliciously, not knowing where to put her hands. She'd tried them on her hips but the stance felt too contrived, flaunting herself overtly.

Flaunting overtly was about right, there was no getting away from it.

"Play with your tits," he said, close against her clitoris, and the vibrations of his voice on her flesh made her quiver. She cupped her breasts as he watched, and he rewarded her by pushing two fingers inside her and pumping them slowly.

Sophie lost any lingering inhibitions and threw her head back in abandonment as Lucien made a thorough exploration of her sex with his tongue. He fucked her with his fingers and her orgasm came inevitably hard and fast. She reached down and clutched his head to her as he relentlessly swirled his tongue over her clitoris.

His mouth stilled slowly as her fingers loosened in his hair. He looked up and inclined his head towards a door at one end of the cabin.

"Just for future reference, Princess... there's a bedroom through there."

Sophie looked at him incredulously, but he just lifted a nonchalant shoulder.

He'd deliberately placed her in a position where they might be seen rather than retire to the privacy of the bedroom.

"You could have said."

"Why? So you could hide? Be honest, Sophie. Knowing someone might walk in on us made it even hotter, didn't it?" Challenge lit his blue eyes.

Sophie bent to step into her knickers and thought about his question. 'Be honest', he'd said. Honesty was the one thing her marriage was woefully short on, so Lucien's demand of it in every aspect of his life was something she was coming to admire greatly. He was the Svengali of his own sexual honesty cult, and she was a willing handmaiden.

"Honestly?" She snapped her bra back in place as he fastened his belt. "Yes. It added something to think someone… someone in uniform… might come through and discover us." There was a thrill in just admitting it. She paused, trying to find the words to express herself. "It felt... naughtier."

He raised his eyebrows at her.

"You have a thing for uniforms then, Ms. Black?"            

"What? No!" Sophie buttoned her blouse out of sequence and had to unbutton it and start again. "I just mean that I see what you mean. The possibility of being caught was... umm... sexy."

Lucien nodded. "I think you've just added a new item to the list for us to work on."

She looked up quizzically as she zipped her skirt.

Lucien shrugged his shirt back on.

"Voyeurism."

Fully dressed again, Sophie shook her head firmly.

"Wherever we're going, Lucien, I'm not having outdoor sex while people watch."

Lucien pushed a hand through the hair she'd recently been clutching onto.

"For the record, voyeurism doesn’t have to mean being outside. And anyway, I wouldn't recommend too much outdoor sex where we’re headed, Princess. It's inside the Arctic Circle."

CHAPTER TWENTY

The Arctic Circle? As in snow, and glaciers, and polar bears?

Sophie glanced down at her filmy blouse in alarm. This outfit was not going to cut it. She was going to freeze to death.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine, it's not much different to an English winter up there at the moment. You've brought a coat, yes?"

Sophie nodded, unconvinced. Her beautiful wool holly berry red coat kept her cosy enough at home, but it wouldn't be the choice of your average Eskimo.

Lucien crossed to the self-service galley and returned with a platter of croissants, pastries, cheeses and continental meats.

"Breakfast is served, madam."

Sophie looked at the array of foods and realised she was starving. Being with Lucien made her forget the most basic things, eating included. Her husband should probably be added to that list too.

"Is your life always like this?" she asked, after she'd loaded her plate. "Private jets, any woman you want, champagne on tap?"