"You. Me. Cockpit," Mase whispered in my ear after dinner. His warm breath feathered over my skin, shuddering fiery currents straight to my center. I bit back a moan and sat at the dinner gurney again to control my erratic breathing.

He followed Captain Glenn out of the dining room, leaving me to wonder if he'd really just said those words or if my whorish subconscious was messing with me. It had to have really happened, though, because that man could play so dirty. How did ...