The hum of the engines filled the small private jet as I leaned back into the plush leather seat, gazing out the window. Across from me, he sipped his whiskey, his tie loosened and his sharp eyes fixed on me.

“Long flight,” he said, breaking the silence, his voice rich and smooth.

“Guess we’ll have to keep each other entertained,” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

He smirked and moved to sit beside me, his knee brushing mine. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. The soft lighting and the thrill of being airborne made the kiss feel electric. His hands roamed, igniting a spark that left us breathless as the clouds rolled by outside.