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couldn’t work up the nerve to even look at him.  And she almost got past him without having to.  Until his hand shot out unexpectedly and grabbed her wrist, giving her no choice but to face him.
    “What the hell was that?” he demanded in a whisper.
    Ginnie gave him and his question a cursory assessment.
    He looked and sounded mad.  Confused.  And very, very jealous.
    Yes! Quinn was right.
    And Lawrence’s other hand was closed tightly around something.
    Her underwear.
    Her former husband’s hand was nowhere near as big as Quinn’s, so the pink lace poked out everywhere.
    “Ginnie, explain this!” he ordered.
    She felt no compulsion to comply.  In fact, his voice – and his touch – did nothing for her at all.  They evoked almost no emotion, and the only physical reaction was something that bordered on revulsion.
    Even the girl he was with – who currently had her head resting on Lawrence’s shoulder and her hand right on his crotch while she snored away – didn’t make Ginnie feel a thing.
    I was in love with him, just three months ago. Wasn’t I?
    “Ginnie!”
    Now she did meet his eyes, as she shook off his hand and replied coolly, “What the hell was what ?”
    “That display.”
    Ginnie bent down, making sure that Lawrence, and Lawrence alone, could hear her reply.
    “I believe that’s what they call getting fucked. ”
    Then she smiled a very sweet, very genuine smile, stood up again, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and flounced straight to First Class without looking back.
     
    Eight
     
    As Quinn waited for Ginnie to make her way back to the seat beside his, he didn’t know if he was pleased with himself, or disappointed.
    Probably both.
    Okay, it had been his goal to get her genuinely going, but he was surprised at his success anyway.  Quinn was damned sure that Ginnie’s sweet, shuddering orgasm – created by his words, for God’s sake – had been far from fake.  Not that he couldn’t dirty talk with the best of them.  Hell. He’d received more than a few compliments on his abilities in the bedroom in the past so he knew he was a more than passable lover.  A virtual orgasm with almost no touching at all, though?
    Except for the end, when the plane propelled her forward and straight into his waiting body.  She must’ve felt it.  Realized how badly turned on he was.
    I should still be in some kind of book of records, Quinn thought.
    Then he shook his head. 
    She was either so tightly wound that an explosion like that was inevitable, or she was one hell of a faker.
    Her mouth open just that little bit…Her eyes closed and her head thrown back.  Utter release.
    No one is that good of an actress, he thought.
    Those gasps.  Those moans.
    Who the hell had she been picturing as it happened?
    Quinn wished he hadn’t planted the idea of using her celebrity crush as a source of eroticism. 
    Yeah, because you want to be the one she was thinking of. You want to be the one making those soft, sexy panties all wet.
    There wasn’t even a point in denying the internal accusation.  The response was a resounding hell yes.  He did want those things.
    And there isn’t anything wrong with that, he told himself.
    He was a red-blooded, woman-loving man.  Who hadn’t seen any action in quite a while.
    And Ginnie…
    Well.  Under that slightly prim, put-together appearance, she was hot as hell.  Sexy, toned thighs.  Perky breasts, pressing against the thin material of her blouse.  Soft skin, soft hair, and soft, plump lips, made for kissing.  Made for sucking.
    Quinn adjusted a little uncomfortably in his seat. His erection – which hadn’t seemed to subside since the second he laid eyes on Ginnie, if he thought about it – pressed insistently against his zipper.
    Yeah, he wanted her all right.  His body was a clear indication of his insistent need to set her free.
    As though he could sense her entrance, his eyes flicked up to the divider between First Class and the rear of the