The plane dipped low over the surf, and I could practically feel the salty spray across my skin. I shrieked with joy and smacked Joel the second he pulled us back up to a suitable cruising altitude.

“You're showing off,” I scolded.

He laughed. “Am I not allowed to show off my insane pilot skills to my wife from time to time?”

“Insane is definitely the correct word,” I shrieked playfully. “One of these days you're going to kill us!”

Joel laughed and I turned my gaze to the side window so he couldn't see me smile.

We were flying along an atoll in the South Pacific, exploring all the little islands that were difficult to get to otherwise. When your husband owned a plane, however, you could just pick a spot on the map and go. It was one of the many things I enjoyed about living with Joel, though that was an incredibly long list.

“Look at that one,” Joel said, pointing off to the left at a little island. I looked over and smiled, loving the way the sapphire sea licked at the edges of the white sand beach, surrounding it in its cool embrace like a lover. The view from up here was always spectacular, but the view inside the cockpit was unparalleled.

“You know,” I said. “I had a crazy thought the first time I came up in the plane with you.”

Joel looked over at me, and I saw my reflection mirrored in his aviators. “Oh yeah? What kind of crazy thought?”

I grinned. “It was more of a desire.” I nibbled on my lower lip, and Joel watched as long as possible before he was forced to turn back to look at the sky.

“Tell me.” It was a command and a plea rolled into one. I had his full attention, or as much of it as he could afford to spare while piloting the steel bird.

“I thought about how much I would love to make love to you in here,” I said, stroking my fingers along the cool metal interior reverently. “I had this mental image that was so hot, I blushed like crazy. And you had no idea.”

The plane's nose immediately tipped downward. My eyes widened with concern.

“Joel? What are you doing?”

He grinned but kept his gaze straight ahead. “I'm landing.”

“Are we there yet?”

“Nope.” He chuckled. “But I think you've waited long enough for your fantasy to be fulfilled. Don't you?”

Excitement rippled through my body. We descended so quickly that my heart flew up into my throat. It was a bit like going downhill on a rollercoaster, except I knew what waited for me at the bottom wasn't a loop. It was an incredibly sexy man.

“Aye aye, captain,” I said, stripping off my shirt.

Joel groaned, and I could tell it was because he had to keep both hands on the wheel and thus couldn't reach over and touch me. To that end, I touched myself, running my hands along my stomach, over the front of my bra, and up my neck. I wasn't sure if it was particularly wise, given the fact that Joel had to land the plane, but I was too turned-on to care, and my husband certainly wasn't complaining.

The plane bumped over the surface of the water, jolting the cabin. My breasts jiggled enticingly with the motion, and I noticed Joel giving me the side-eye as they did.

I loved how one look from him could make my insides burn, could light a fire in my belly that only he could put out. Every day with him was an adventure, whether we were at our house in L.A., or the one in Miami, or the cute little cabana in Nassau. I couldn't believe that everything I loved about my life today was the unanticipated result of my sister stealing a bunch of money from her employer. It was so surreal.

Joel killed the plane's engine, tossed his sunglasses onto the dash, and grabbed my hand.

“Come on,” he said.

I hopped into his lap, heart hammering in my chest. He opened the door to let in some air, then started to undress.

“You're not going to romance me a little first?” I whined jokingly.

Joel's eyes flashed with lust. “I'll spend the whole night romancing you if that's what you want,” he growled. “But right here, right now, I can't wait another second to have you. Any questions?”

My body grew heavy with desire, nipples pressing against the lace of my bra. “No questions.”

“Good.” Joel pressed his mouth on mine in a passionate, heart-stopping kiss. It was demanding and unrelenting, like being caught in a storm that sucked the breath from my lungs and made me feel wild. I hung onto him for dear life, hands roaming over his taut muscles, nails digging into the skin of his back.

Joel lowered me onto the cool metal floor and began to undress me, tearing my clothes away more than undressing, really. My core burned for him. I kissed him as though I was dying and he was the only thing that could keep me alive for one more second on this earth.

“I love you,” I murmured between kisses.

Joel, completely naked now, nipped at my lower lip. “I love you, too.”

There were no more words. We tumbled together across the floor, and I couldn't tell whether the plane rocked from the passing swells beneath its pontoons, or our energetic lovemaking.

My fantasy had finally come to life. Being with Joel was like existing on the final page of a fairytale. There was always that feeling that pure happiness would continue until the end of time, even if it was impossible to read beyond the pages we'd been allotted.

“What am I going to do with you?” Joel gasped an hour later, his naked body half-draped across me.

“You make it sound like I'm some sort of trouble maker,” I replied.

Joel chuckled. “You are a troublemaker.” He nuzzled into my neck, kissing the spot against my pulse. “But you're my troublemaker.”

“Well, in that case,” I sighed. “I suppose you'll just have to keep me in line.”

The man I loved look deeply into my eyes. “Count on it.”