Fraud

The plane shakes beneath our feet, and Ivy stumbles back, her body falling against a wall that I use to trap her in place.

My lungs are screaming for air, but I can’t stop kissing her, tasting her, practically fucking her face with my tongue because I lose every ounce of control when it comes to her.

Behind me, there’s a sharp rap of knuckles against the door as the plane shakes again. I would believe the earth is moving in response to the clash of two opposing forces coming together if I didn’t know we’re in the air.

Another knock, harder and more urgent. “Mr. Dane.”

Growling at the interruption, I break the kiss and glance over my shoulder, my chest beating with labored breath.

“What?” My voice is a bark of sound, frustration riding me as the plane dips, and we both step sideways to keep from tumbling over.

“We’re heading into heavy turbulence. The pilot has requested that you return to your seats.”

Another hard shake and objects in the room rattle, my palm pressing against the wall near Ivy’s head to keep my balance.

“Fuck,” I bite out beneath my breath.

Every damn time, this happens.

“We’ll be there in a second,” I answer, as another hard shake warns us to buckle down.

Turning back to Ivy, my eyes lock with hers, the same thoughts ru

“Even the universe is against this, Gabe.”

Her gaze searches my face, her breath beating against my lips.

“And we both know it.”