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that’s awfully forward to share.” I returned the smile. Little did he know that I actually enjoyed such things.
    “You asked. I simply answered. What do you like to do outside of work? I shared something personal, so you have to, too.” His sparkling brown eyes met mine in an unspoken challenge. Things had swiftly moved from friendly to flirting, and I was okay with that. Not that I normally found older men attractive, but I liked how bold he was. Somehow, he managed to find the balance between being extremely forward without crossing over into creepy.
    “Well, it just happens that I like to be tied up and spanked by older men.” I didn’t have to hold back a smile or play coy. It was the truth, mostly. I may have added in the older men bit for him. Plus, I wanted to see how serious he was. More often than not, people joked about it, but when it came down to it, it was all show. Not that I was going to invite him back to my room or anything, I simply wanted to return the challenge.
    “Older men? As in more than one?” He picked up the part I hadn’t expected.
    “Sure. I’m more than one man can handle anyway.” I shrugged and pushed my hair over my shoulder. I hadn’t meant to say men as in plural, but I’d try to bluff my way through it.
    “You sound pretty confident in that for how young you are.”
    “Young? How old do you think I am?” I scoffed as the flight attendant pushed past us with a heavy metal cart, heading to the front of the airplane.
    “Early twenties at most.”
    “Twenty-two. Good guess, but I’ve experienced more than you probably have… even if you are quite a bit older than I am.” I gave a confident smile. I couldn’t help but try to get him riled up.
    “You keep calling me old. I just might take offense.”
    Brushing my fingertips against the close-cropped hair on the side of his head, I gave a flirty smile. “You won’t. If you did, you would cover the silver. Instead, I’d bet you like that they make you look more sophisticated and experienced. Correct me if I’m wrong.”
    “What makes you think you know so much about me?” He lifted an eyebrow as he straightened his tie and leaned back a bit from me. Guess I struck a chord.
    I leaned onto the tiny metal armrest, once again closing the distance between us. “I’ve been around many men like you. I know how men like you work. You don’t scare or intimidate me.”
    “Don’t be so sure of that, little girl.” His voice was husky and sensual, even as he lowered his tone, careful not to be overheard. As he spoke, his hand moved quickly and fisted in my hair. Using his hold, he pulled my face closer. “I can guarantee that I am much more than meets the eye.” As he spoke, damp, warm air brushed along the shell of my ear.
    “Prove it.” The two words slipped out of my dry throat before I could stop them. I might be young to some people, but I knew exactly what it took to get me hot. There was nothing like having a man dominate me in the bedroom. I was headstrong and a smart ass, but behind closed doors, I loved to have a man take over. It was the only time I could let go and not worry about everything. It was my only weakness. Normally I wouldn’t allow harmless flirting to turn into anything more, but it was obvious Ben knew exactly what he was doing. Plus, I was wound tightly and a little fun would help relax me before returning to all work and no play.
    “You think you can really handle me?” Ben leaned back enough to look into my eyes from only inches away. “I’m not going to take it easy on you.”
    “Good.” I met and held his gaze.
    “Then spread your thighs,” Ben said, releasing my hair.
    I swallowed hard as I leaned back in my chair and slowly pushed my knees as far apart as my skirt would allow. Both my hands gripped the bottom of the thin, rough seat in an effort to hide my nerves. Ben stared at my thighs for a moment before shaking his head. Whatever he had in mind wasn’t going to