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  Hostages of Love

  Commercial pilot, Sean Merrick, and Larissa Christie explore and indulge their secret desires during an evening at an elegant hotel, never suspecting that terror lurks on the horizon.

  Sean is grieving the loss of his beloved wife, but a favor for a friend changes the direction of his life. He enters a world of deviant sexual games, desperate terrorists, and true love with the woman of his dreams.

  But first, Sean must save Larissa and the other passengers from the fanatical men who have taken control of the aircraft.

  Can he save his passengers from certain death? Will he have a happy future with the woman of his dreams...or die trying?

  Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING

  Genre: Contemporary/Multiple Partners

  Length: 53,000 words

  HOSTAGES OF LOVE

  Sophie del Mar

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  IMPRINT: Romance

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  HOSTAGES OF LOVE

  Copyright © 2008 by Sophie del Mar

  E-book ISBN: 1-60601-022-0

  First E-book Publication: July 2008

  Cover design by Jinger Heaston

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  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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  DEDICATION

  To Steve, a good friend who was there when I needed one.

  And to the talented actor Sean Bean, who has inspired a thousand fantasies.

  HOSTAGES OF LOVE

  Sophie del Mar

  Copyright © 2008

  Chapter 1

  Captain Sean Merrick rolled over and reached for the alarm clock on his bedside table. He was usually a light sleeper but last night's party knocked him on his ass. Somehow, he'd made it back to his hotel room in one piece because he now lay in bed nursing the cruelest of hangovers. He tried to recall the events of the previous evening, but a fog descended on his memory like a smothering shroud. He remembered a conversation with Fiona, the junior flight attendant, who was also on a layover in Paris. He just couldn't remember leaving the party or the elevator ride up to his room on the tenth floor of the hotel. These days he went to parties to forget, rather than to enjoy himself. He had certainly succeeded on that score.

  The sound which had awoken him wasn't the alarm clock, but the trill of his cell phone. He found his slacks on the floor and then dug around in the pockets until he located the phone.

  “Merrick speaking,” he said in his professional pilot's voice. The effort to concentrate caused his head to pound harder. Leaning back against the headboard, he closed his eyes in an effort to block out the small amount of light filtering into the room between the edges of the closed curtain.

  “Hey Sean, quite a night, eh?” The voice belonged to Captain Robert Jensen, fellow pilot and close friend.

  “To tell you the truth, I don't remember much about it,” Sean admitted.

  “You seemed to be having an interesting conversation with young Fiona.”

  He searched his memory and then said slowly, “We talked about the newest flight technology. I had a couple of drinks, we danced a little, and that's about all I remember.”

  “From where I stood, you two looked pretty intense. I think she has the hots for your body.”

  Sean chuckled. “I'm old enough to be her uncle. Though she does remind me of a cheerleader I once knew.”

  “Do you have cheerleaders in jolly old England? I thought that was strictly an American thing.” Robert's voice deepened in appreciation. “I love a girl who still has baby fat. Add blonde hair and pink cheeks and you have a winning combination.”

  “If you say so.”

  “Well it looked to me like you were ready to stretch your wings again, if you get my meaning.”

  Sean was silent a moment. “You're wrong about that. It's only been a year since Amanda died.”

  “I know, but she wouldn't expect you to grieve forever.”

  “Was there a reason for your call?” Sean wasn't interested in discussing Amanda with anyone, not even his best friend.

  “As a matter of fact, I have a perk to offer you.”

  “What sort of perk?”

  “The best kind. An easy trip with celebrities on board.”

  Sean sighed. “Tell me about it.”

  “I know you're not into the glamorous people. Too jaded for your own good,” Robert teased. “But you might enjoy this one. A movie company is flying from Heathrow to New York on Friday. I'm supposed to be at the controls, but I have other plans.”

  “Let me guess. A newbie flight attendant just out of training school?”

  “What can I say? You know me too well.”

  “You want me to take the flight for you?” Sean asked wearily, anxious to get off the phone and find relief for his massive headache.

  “I'm offering you first dibbs at it. Once word gets out, every off-duty pilot will be angling for this one.”

  “Because of the film people?”

  “Did I mention the movie company includes Larissa Christie?”

  “The French film actress?” Sean's curiosity was piqued. “I've seen some of her movies and she's quite a beauty.”

  “Sexy as hell,” agreed Robert. “On top of that, the Adult Film Awards are being held in New York that weekend, and several actresses will be flying over from London.”

  “Porn stars?”

  “In the flesh, as it were.” Robert gave a wicked chuckle. “You owe me big time for this one.”

  “I haven't agreed to do it yet.”

  “Porn stars and Larissa Christie. You'd be crazy to turn it down.”

  “All right,” Sean said finally. “You know I'm off that weekend or you wouldn't have asked me. But if I take this for you—”

  “I don't like the sound of this.”

  “You take my flight to Siberia next month.”

  “Siberia? Have a heart!”

  Sean's voice was firm. “Take it or leave it.”

  “What happened to owing me big time?” complained Robert. “I guess I'm stuck with bloody Siberia.”

  After hanging up, Sean closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander. He might catch a glimpse of the exquisite Larissa Christie on the flight to New York. That was something to look forward to. Since Amanda's death, there had been precious little in his life to look forward to or anticipate. He smiled as he thought of the film star's beautiful face on the big screen. His musings were interrupted when he heard the sound of running water coming from behind the closed bathroom door.

  Someone was in his shower!

  Grabbing the robe off the floor, he wrapped it around his naked body. Then he crept into the steamy bathroom and stared in surprise at the back of a shapely female visible through the translucent shower door. He stood there a few moments watching her movements under the spray of water.r />
  What the—

  Before he could complete the thought, the shower suddenly stopped. He turned on his heel and rushed back into the bedroom. Not knowing what else to do, he sat down on a chair and waited.

  Chapter 2

  Sean heard the sound of a blow dryer coming from the bathroom. He stood up and wondered whether he should leave the room and come back later when his mystery guest had vacated the premises. But part of him was curious, and that curiosity forced him back into the chair. His breathing came fast and hard as he thought of the shapely woman in the shower. What in the world had happened last night? Had he made love to her? Whoever she was, he wanted to see her face and the rest of her.

  Eventually, the sound of the blow dryer ceased. Sean realized he was holding his breath so he attempted to relax and breathe normally. A few moments later, the door opened and Fiona stepped into the room dressed in her flight attendant uniform.

  “You're finally awake, Captain Merrick.” Devouring him with her eyes, Fiona's full pink lips turned up at the corners.

  “Er, yes.” He looked away from her and stared down at his bathrobe. He pretended to study the pattern on the fabric. “This is a bit awkward, Fiona. How did—I mean, did we leave the party together?”

  “You don't remember?” She walked over to where he sat and plopped down on his lap. As she straddled him, Sean was stunned into silence.

  “I see you don't remember.” Fiona moved her arms up to his shoulders and then wrapped them around his neck. She leaned forward and stroked his cheek with her own, as if she were an affectionate cat.

  “Fiona, please—”

  “Please what?” Her voice teased. “Please touch me or please leave me alone?” Her hand slid into the front of his robe and stroked his chest.

  Sean's hangover had completely disappeared and he felt like a new man. A much younger man. Still, he was torn between guilt and desire. For some reason, he felt he was cheating on Amanda with this young nymphet. But a baser part of his brain didn't care; it wanted what it wanted.

  “I want you to touch me.” He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the feel of her hand on his chest. He couldn't stop himself from groaning as she licked and nibbled on his earlobe.

  “Do you know what happened last night?” she whispered.

  “I haven't a clue.”

  She grinned. “Absolutely nothing.”

  He stared at her in confusion. “Nothing?”

  “We came up here after the party, and I was determined to have you.” She licked her full lips. “I even took off your clothes.”

  She unbelted the robe he wore and slowly slid it down his shoulders. “But you passed out on me.”

  Things were moving too fast.

  “Listen.” He pushed her hand away. “I'm old enough to be your—”

  “I don't want to hear it.” Her voice was firm. “The way I see it, you're as hot as two twenty-year-old men. Even hotter.” She sighed. “Do you know how many flight attendants have a crush on you? Women and men? They talk about you all the time, but I was the one determined to have you.”

  “Women and men?” Sean was shocked into silence at the thought.

  Fiona nodded. “Believe it.”

  She tilted her head to one side as she studied him. “Why don't you ever fool around on layovers?”

  He fought the overwhelming urge to flee the room, to escape before it was too late. “My wife—”

  She put a finger to his lips. “I know, and I'm sorry.”

  As she massaged his chest with gentle strokes as if calming a wounded animal, Sean found himself relaxing as he gave himself over to the pleasure of her touch.

  “Do you know how long I've wanted you to jump me and have your way with me?” she said softly. “Last night I decided to take matters into my own hands since you weren't going to make the first move.”

  “You did?”

  “The times we've flown together, I've bumped up against you but you never noticed. I've smiled at you, flashed my leg, my chest, everything I could think of, but nothing worked.”

  Sean shook his head. “I had no idea.”

  “I've imagined how it would be between us a thousand times.” Her eyes glittered with lust. “I'd be working in the galley and bending over for something and then you'd be behind me. You'd pull up my skirt, pull down my panties to my ankles, and then you'd take me right there. No foreplay at all, just take me hard. Only a few feet from where a hundred passengers sat.”

  Sean's arousal grew as she told him her fantasy. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out and touching one of her ample breasts. He wondered what she would look like naked. She was a voluptuous woman, not a pencil-thin model. As Robert would say, there was just more of her to screw.

  “Sometimes you'd tell me I'd done something wrong,” she continued. “Like I hadn't served dinner fast enough and I needed to be disciplined.”

  “Disciplined?” He controlled the urge to rip off her clothes and throw her on the bed.

  “You'd spank me and tell me I better shape up or you'd report me.”

  He chuckled as he squeezed her breast. “Actually, I think you're in pretty damn good shape.”

  “Am I?” She slid off his lap and knelt in front of him. Taking his erect cock between her hands, she stroked it before flicking her tongue up and down the shaft.

  He closed his eyes and groaned with desire.

  Her voice was husky with desire. “I think you're the one who's in pretty damn good shape, captain.”

  “Under the circumstances, I think you can call me Sean.”

  “No, captain.” She shook her head. “That's not how the game is played. You're always The Captain, even when you're fucking my brains out.”

  “Oh, I see.” His body hummed with life. He was on fire, about to spontaneously combust if she continued to touch him.

  He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them.

  “Pinch my nipples,” she moaned. “Pull them, pinch them.”

  Reaching under her bra, he felt her thick nipples spring to life in his hands. He twisted them between his fingers, careful not to hurt her.

  “Oh yes.” She closed her eyes. “I like to be the submissive one. Why else would I become a flying waitress and take all that passenger abuse?”

  “I hadn't really thought about—”

  “Would you like to play with me now?” Her voice was a soft purr. “We can pretend we're in the galley.”

  He swallowed hard. “I'd like that very much.”

  She removed her white uniform blouse as she walked over to the bed. She wore a see-through, black bra which left nothing to the imagination. She got down on her hands and knees on the mattress, favoring Sean with such a sexy, hungry gaze he leapt up from the chair.

  “What do I do?” He wondered if all young women these days were as kinky as Fiona or was she unique? It had been a long time since he'd slept with anyone other than this wife. Not since he'd married Amanda five years before.

  “Come up behind me,” she said. “And then lift up my skirt.”

  He slowly lifted her skirt, revealing a black garter belt and matching stockings. As he raised the skirt higher, he saw the sheer, see-through panties which matched her bra.

  “I had no idea you ladies wore these things under your uniforms.” He found it hard to speak because of his labored breathing.

  “We don't. I'm off-duty until tomorrow, but I wore this just for you. I knew if I ever got the chance to fuck you, I'd wear my uniform as if we were on a plane.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yes it is.” She cleared her throat and then spoke to him in her professional flight attendant's voice. “Is there something you need in the galley, sir? Have I done something to displease you?”

  He didn't speak for a moment, but then found himself playing along with the scenario.

  “As a matter of fact, you were fifteen minutes late with the food service,” he said in his most authoritative voice. “That's unacceptable on one
of my flights.”

  “I'm sorry, sir. Please don't report me. One more demerit and they'll fire me!”

  Her voice sounded genuinely repentant, and he wondered how many times she'd played this particular game with other men. Enough times to get it perfect, he guessed.

  He frowned at her. “My flight attendants do as they're told. When I say jump, you say how high.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You seem eager to learn, so perhaps I could discipline you myself. That way you won't lose your job.” His hand slid between her legs as he stroked the flesh of her inner thigh. Then he slid his hand under the fabric of her panties, finding the spot which was moist and inviting.

  “Thank you, captain.” She moved her butt back and forth as he stroked her. “I assume standard discipline is in order.”

  “Very much in order.” He caressed the length of her thighs, reveling in the feel of silky stockings beneath his fingers.

  “Then pull down my panties, sir.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “I'm sorry. Please forgive me for telling you how to do your job.”

  “I'll let that one slide.” Pulling down her panties, he gazed in admiration at her full, curvaceous backside.

  Her voice was a breathless whisper. “Please spank me.”

  He spanked her softly with the palm of his hand.

  “May I have another? Harder this time please!”

  He spanked her a little harder, and a pink area the size of his hand appeared on her shapely bottom.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  He whacked her again and her flesh jiggled with the movement.

  Baby fat, thought Sean, in all the right places.

  She flung herself back on the bed and then thrust her hand between her legs. She looked at Sean with a defiant expression as she nibbled on her lower lip.