strawberries, and crème fraîche.
“Doctor Evans, Mr. Black.” The tanned thirty-year-old Norwegian smiled.
“You can call us Marlena and John,” John said as he took the champagne flutes from the tray.
“Randy,” the attendant said, smiling. “We’ll be ready to take off in about fifteen minutes. Let me know if you need anything, anything at all. We’re fully stocked according to your requests, and I’m at your beck and call.”
“Thanks,” John answered.
“I have a question,” Marlena said as she took her glass from John. “How long is our flight time?”
“Approximately eleven hours.” Randy smiled as he put the silver tray on the linen-covered table that had been set up mid-cabin. “Cheers.”
Marlena stared at the husband she adored and who, since his recovery, was especially full of surprises.
“Eleven hours…?”
“I knew you were worried about Bill Horton. So I thought maybe you’d want to see in person.” John smiled warmly.
Marlena was thunderstruck. And speechless.
“Amazing what you can arrange with a few phone calls these days,” he added.
“Do Patch and Kayla even know?” she asked with a hint of trepidation.
“Everyone who needs to know does,” he answered. “And they asked us to stay with them, but I thought being in the house with a two-year-old wasn’t really the kind of vacation we needed. I was able to snag a suite at a game farm called the Royal Londolani.”
“Oh, my,” Marlena gasped.
“Not far from them and the clinic, from what I hear.”
“It’s gorgeous. It opened just before I went down there to volunteer.”
“Nothing but the best for my lady,” he said, smiling.
“Have I told you how much I adore you?” Marlena asked as she stared into John’s clear blue eyes.
“You can always show me after we take off,” he answered. Those same blue eyes were lit with the passion he’d felt for her since the day he’d met her more than twenty-five years earlier. “I made sure this jet has very private berths.”
***
When the plane reached cruising altitude, John refilled the two flutes of champagne and returned to Marlena on the couch.
“You do think of everything,” she cooed as she slid her legs underneath herself, took a sip, and snuggled into John.
“Only the best for my girl,” John replied, “and that includes the very best of me, too.”
Effortlessly, John set aside his drink and pulled the love of his life onto his lap.
“Let me know if this is one of my best.” He grinned slyly and slid his probing tongue into her mouth.
She gasped as John worked his way down her neck with his tongue while he undid the buttons of her blouse and then slid his hand inside to cup her breast.
Her ragged breathing was joined by a groan as John’s fingers fondled her.
“I treasure every moment with you, Doc,” John breathed. “And making love to you is one of my greatest joys.”
“I adore you, John Black,” she answered coyly, aware that the flight attendant could appear any moment. “I always have.”
She put aside her intoxicating bubbly and slid off John’s lap. Then, taking his hand, she led him to that very private berth.
She pushed the call button and Randy appeared.
“Don’t worry about us for the rest of the night,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling.
“You know where to find me if you need me.”
Randy slid the partition closed, and Marlena turned to her admiring husband.
Slowly, she began to peel off the rest of her clothes before returning to kneel at his feet.
Piece by piece, she helped him remove his shirt, slacks, and Calvins, kissing every bit of newly exposed flesh as she did.
“Of all the places we’ve made love,” Marlena acknowledged, “our private times on your plane are some of the most memorable.”
John pulled Marlena onto himself on the bed and kissed her with an intensity to match the animal prowess they would soon witness in the Timbavati.
Her fingers were on his chest as John’s hands worked
“Doctor Evans, Mr. Black.” The tanned thirty-year-old Norwegian smiled.
“You can call us Marlena and John,” John said as he took the champagne flutes from the tray.
“Randy,” the attendant said, smiling. “We’ll be ready to take off in about fifteen minutes. Let me know if you need anything, anything at all. We’re fully stocked according to your requests, and I’m at your beck and call.”
“Thanks,” John answered.
“I have a question,” Marlena said as she took her glass from John. “How long is our flight time?”
“Approximately eleven hours.” Randy smiled as he put the silver tray on the linen-covered table that had been set up mid-cabin. “Cheers.”
Marlena stared at the husband she adored and who, since his recovery, was especially full of surprises.
“Eleven hours…?”
“I knew you were worried about Bill Horton. So I thought maybe you’d want to see in person.” John smiled warmly.
Marlena was thunderstruck. And speechless.
“Amazing what you can arrange with a few phone calls these days,” he added.
“Do Patch and Kayla even know?” she asked with a hint of trepidation.
“Everyone who needs to know does,” he answered. “And they asked us to stay with them, but I thought being in the house with a two-year-old wasn’t really the kind of vacation we needed. I was able to snag a suite at a game farm called the Royal Londolani.”
“Oh, my,” Marlena gasped.
“Not far from them and the clinic, from what I hear.”
“It’s gorgeous. It opened just before I went down there to volunteer.”
“Nothing but the best for my lady,” he said, smiling.
“Have I told you how much I adore you?” Marlena asked as she stared into John’s clear blue eyes.
“You can always show me after we take off,” he answered. Those same blue eyes were lit with the passion he’d felt for her since the day he’d met her more than twenty-five years earlier. “I made sure this jet has very private berths.”
***
When the plane reached cruising altitude, John refilled the two flutes of champagne and returned to Marlena on the couch.
“You do think of everything,” she cooed as she slid her legs underneath herself, took a sip, and snuggled into John.
“Only the best for my girl,” John replied, “and that includes the very best of me, too.”
Effortlessly, John set aside his drink and pulled the love of his life onto his lap.
“Let me know if this is one of my best.” He grinned slyly and slid his probing tongue into her mouth.
She gasped as John worked his way down her neck with his tongue while he undid the buttons of her blouse and then slid his hand inside to cup her breast.
Her ragged breathing was joined by a groan as John’s fingers fondled her.
“I treasure every moment with you, Doc,” John breathed. “And making love to you is one of my greatest joys.”
“I adore you, John Black,” she answered coyly, aware that the flight attendant could appear any moment. “I always have.”
She put aside her intoxicating bubbly and slid off John’s lap. Then, taking his hand, she led him to that very private berth.
She pushed the call button and Randy appeared.
“Don’t worry about us for the rest of the night,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling.
“You know where to find me if you need me.”
Randy slid the partition closed, and Marlena turned to her admiring husband.
Slowly, she began to peel off the rest of her clothes before returning to kneel at his feet.
Piece by piece, she helped him remove his shirt, slacks, and Calvins, kissing every bit of newly exposed flesh as she did.
“Of all the places we’ve made love,” Marlena acknowledged, “our private times on your plane are some of the most memorable.”
John pulled Marlena onto himself on the bed and kissed her with an intensity to match the animal prowess they would soon witness in the Timbavati.
Her fingers were on his chest as John’s hands worked
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