Page 172 of Unexpected Redemption

It’s likely been a minute. Off I go.

When I get to the back of the plane, there’s a single restroom with the in-use sign illuminated. Nearby, there’s a small galley where a flight attendant would hang out or get our refreshments. However, we don’t have one since this is such a short flight, and we all told Boss not to shell out the extra cash. He’s spending enough for this trip as it is.

Discreetly looking down the aisle, I find no one paying me any mind, so I hover my knuckles over the door to knock. Right before I make contact, a familiar scent engulfs me. Tomer pulls me from the door while whispering, “Shh. I’m not in there.”

We stumble backward into the galley.

Well,Istumble. He’s smooth as a gazelle.

With my back to his front, his voice takes on the deeper register of his Dom mode. Chills dance down my spine.

He kisses the curve of my neck. “I’m so glad you aren’t wearing pants, sugar bear.” He holds me flush against him with one arm around my waist. His other hand drifts over my hip and outer thigh before diving under my dress.

Tossing an arm back, I wrap my hand around his nape, locking him in place. Turning my head, I offer him my lips. The second he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss, his hand finds my needy pussy. He slips his fingertips in my panties, homing in on my clit in record time. Involuntarily, my hips swirl, driving me into his touch.

“May I?” I whisper.

“May you what, sweetness?”

“Roll my hips?”

On the next pass, my ass rubs against his rapidly growing erection. I have to stifle my moan by biting my lip. Doing this, knowing someone could hear or catch us, is the hottest fucking thing ever.

“Such a good girl, asking for permission.” He kisses me again, long and deep. It steals my breath. Pulling away, hisbreath tickles my slick lips. “If you can keep quiet, you may grind into me. Go ahead and make yourself come on my fingers.”

Unfortunately, chances of that happening are dashed from me when a familiar giggle from the nearby restroom steals my bliss. The slide lock on the bathroom door pops, and the door opens. Out comes Stella, rosy cheeks and blouse askew. A large, masculine hand closes the door behind her after she exits.

As soon as he heard the door, Tomer dropped my skirt and removed his hand from between my legs. Sadly. But that was for the best because Stella spots us on her way back to her seat.

I put my fists on my hips, quirk my head, and look down my nose at her. Precisely as you’d expect from her, she mirrors my posture, throwing disapproval right back.

So it’s to be a standoff?

She lets her gaze sweep up and down my body, reeking of faux judgment.

I’m the first to break, my filter and impulsivity taking the reins. “Stella Jean Cornelius Guthrie, what were you doing in there?”

“What wereyoudoing in here?” Her playful glare drifts to Tomer. “A mid-flight stretch, perhaps?”

Tomer leans over my shoulder, getting close enough to Stella that he can keep his volume low. “I was about to make my sugar bear have her first climax at this elevation.”

Quickly, I hiss, “And you ruined it.”

“Ruined orgasms are earned when you’ve been such a naughty girl,” she snarks.

Before the sass-fest can devolve further, Jonesy comes out of the restroom.He brushes past us, just as big and brash as the day he marched through the foyer carrying Pumpkin’s cage.

Tipping his chin at Tomer, he mutters, “Sup?”

After smacking Stella on the ass, he heads to his seat like nothing is amiss. I sort of like that about him.

My jaw hits my chest, and I makewhat-the-fuck eyesat my bestie.

She shrugs, nonplussed as can be. “Gave Reacher something to remember me by.”

With a saucy wink, she saunters to her seat while Tomer and I stare like we’ve been walloped with a stupid stick.

As soon as my wits return, I whisper, “Babe, how the hell did Jonesy fit in the bathroom by himself, let alone with her to do sex stuff?”

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