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furrowed.
    Ray’s cock throbbed and the flushed features of a determined
Clarissa didn’t help him relieve the aching lust. Not one bit.
    “Sir,” the pilot spoke over the speakers. “The temperature
levels are too high. We have a fire in engine one. Please buckle in.”
    “Oh hell,” he cursed. Grabbing Clarissa, he directed her to
her seat. All the while she kept staring at those sprinklers, brow furrowed.
“Let them be, Clarissa.”
    His gut burned. He’d never seen her concentrate so hard to
handle her powers. She was a water mage of highest level. Damn it to hell,
Astrid must have syphoned Clarissa enough to leave a lasting drain, but he
couldn’t take time to indulge in concern right now.
    “If I do,” she said through her clenched teeth. “Boiling
water is going to scald everyone on this plane. The pilot and Vince too.”
    Shit .
    Quickly, he buckled and closed his eyes to seek the fire.
Fever coated him. The inside of his lids flashed, and if Clarissa looked at him
now, she’d know his eyes had gone red. For the first time since puberty, he’d
lost control of his fire while caught between a woman’s legs. He’d not even
gotten a hint or whiff of the surges that’d shot through the cabin. If he
hadn’t done his best to create extra safety features for his private jet—the
only way he could reliably travel without worry he’d cause an accident—the fuel
tank could’ve gone up.
    Sweat dripped down his brow and his fingers curled around
the armrests so tightly they creaked. The metal shell of the plane screeched.
Hungry, the fire tried to escape and spread from the engine down the lines to
the veritable feast in the fuel tank.
    The scent of burned leather filled his nostrils. His shoes
melted on his feet with a sting. He hissed.
    The fire he could sense like a real being, that no one could
see within the relative safety of the cabin, yanked as if to make a break for
it. As if it spun from a spool toward a hot coal, the fire pulled like a wire
connected to his belly. The seductive lure teased at him. Dancing like steam
from a hot water mage and licking along that taut wire back into him, the fire
sought and seduced until it seemed to wrap around his cock and stroke.
    He groaned.
    A hot splash of water hit his face.
    His eyes snapped open to the angry visage of a water mage,
her eyes shimmering pools of deep blue shot through with swimming streaks of
ocean’s green.
    “Pull it back in,” she commanded with a voice so compelling
his mind reached out and like a snuffer over a candle, extinguished the flame
in a snap.
    Clarissa gave an arch look, an eyebrow raised, her lips
pursed. Then she jerked around on her heel and sank into the seat next to him.
The snap of her buckle gave him permission to unclamp his hands from the
armrests.
    “What was that about? Why’d you play with it instead of put
it out? The pilot was screaming at you. He said we were gonna crash.”
    “I didn’t hear him,” he murmured over his aching vocal
cords.
    “On our landing approach now, boss,” the pilot announced.
    “He sounds fine. Not like he was screaming at me.” Ray
rolled his shoulders and glanced down at his feet. His loafers were a mess of
melted textile on the floor and his feet were pale and ugly in the middle of
that mess.
    “I’m sure he’s used to you,” Clarissa answered.
    “Like you.”
    She chewed on her lip instead of replying.
    Ray stared at his fried shoes. This had happened because
he’d feasted on the most delectable pussy he’d ever tasted. And at his feet,
the result of that uncontrollable passion. “I’m used to you. You’re one of my
best friends.”
    Clarissa made a scoffing sound. With a click of the seat
belt, she pushed out of her seat.
    “I’m going to check on Vince. He was your friend too.”
    Her voice shook at the end and as she left, the scent of
fresh water trailed her.

Chapter Five
     
    The sweet air of hot and humid Savannah had never been so
welcome—even with the