First Class Sin
A sexy CEO……takes her to new heights!Juliana craves intimacy in her lonely job as an airline consultant, and mysterious businessman Law seems the perfect remedy. After a lust-filled encounter at thirty thousand feet, their fling well and truly takes off. She soon discovers Law owns the airline she’s been hired to assess—and he’s fallen for her. Juliana wants passion, not commitment…but could this dashing stranger be more than a flight of fantasy?
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A sexy CEO...
...takes her to new heights!
Juliana craves intimacy in her lonely job as an airline consultant, and mysterious businessman Law seems the perfect remedy. After a lust-filled encounter at thirty thousand feet, their fling well and truly takes off. She soon discovers Law owns the airline sheâs been hired to assessâand heâs fallen for her. Juliana wants passion, not commitment...but could this dashing stranger be more than a flight of fantasy?
CARA LOCKWOOD is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than eighteen books, including I Do (But I Donât), which was made into a Lifetime Original movie. Sheâs written the Bard Academy series for young adults and has had her work translated into several languages around the world. Born and raised in Dallas, Cara now lives near Chicago with her husband and their five children. Find out more about her at caralockwood.com, âfriendâ her on Facebook, Facebook.com/authorcaralockwood, or follow her on Twitter, @caralockwood.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08680-6
FIRST CLASS SIN
© 2019 Cara Lockwood
Published in Great Britain 2019
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For Peejâmy amazing husband.
Thank you for giving me wings.
Contents
THE SEAT BELT LIGHT blinked on in the bathroom of the A380 Airbus, but Juliana failed to notice. The manâs lips had claimed hers, and his hands ran the length of her oversize cashmere sweater tunic, finding her hips beneath the fabric. His big hands felt hot and heavy, and she leaned into them as she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror above the tiny steel sink. Her dark hair mussed, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated so her normally light brown eyes looked nearly black. The man, so tall, so fit, the muscles in his back and shoulders moved beneath his thin T-shirt as he claimed her neck with his mouth.
Was she going to do this? Was she really going to have sex in the bathroom? A planeful of passengers just on the other side of the thin, plastic door could no doubt hear everything, if they werenât tucked in to their devices, noise-canceling earphones plugged in, the flicker of their screens in the darkened cabin the only light on the red-eye flight. The manâa complete stranger to her just two hours agoâlaid a trail of kisses up the side of her neck. She moaned, unable to help herself as his tongue flicked out, tickling the lobe of her ear, his teeth nibbling there with the slightest hint of pressure. It had been too long since sheâd gotten out of her brain, indulged in her bodyâs demands. Sheâd forgotten how good this could feel. Her body screamed for this release, burned for it. Juliana had never in her life done thisâsex with a stranger? Sex on a plane?
Yet she wanted to feel him deep inside her; she wanted him to fill her in the way only a man could. This was what she wanted: this man, on
