The midnight train rattled softly through the darkness, its cars a cocoon of snores and shadowed forms slumped in seats. Lena shifted in her aisle spot, her curvy frame squeezed into the worn fabric, her large breasts straining against her thin blouse. The brunette's soft skin prickled with the cool air from the vents, but heat built low in her belly as her eyes locked with the man across the narrow walkway.

Mark, tall and muscular with dark hair tousled from the journey, stared back, his strong hands flexing on his thighs. Early thirties, he exuded dominance, his gaze stripping her already. No one stirred; the other passengers dozed deep, oblivious to the spark igniting between these strangers.