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“Especially those. I love listening to you play,” Camilla set her coffee aside and turned to face Jade fully. She cupped Jade's face, her fingers grazing the soft skin of her cheeks. As their eyes met, Camilla felt that now-familiar flutter in her chest. Jade's beauty never failed to take her breath away - the clear blue of her eyes, the gentle curve of her lips, the way her blonde hair caught the sunlight streaming through the plane's window. For a moment, she found herself at a loss for words, overcome by the depth of her feelings for this woman who had entered her life so unexpectedly. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a shyness washing over her that seemed at odds with her usual confident demeanor. But that was the effect Jade had on her - the ability to make her feel simultaneously vulnerable and completely at ease.
"I was thinking,” she said. “After your play, how would you feel about spending a few days in my world? We could swap.”
“Absolutely. If you’re okay being seen openly with a woman,” Jade said.
Camilla felt a rush of heat rise to her cheeks as Jade's playful challenge hung in the air. She tilted her head, meeting her gaze with a teasing smile. "Jade, the only image I care about is the one of me with you. Let the world watch."
Jade grinned, her eyes flickering with mischief. Without another word, Camilla closed the space between them, capturing her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. The kiss deepened quickly, the energy between them shifting as Camilla's hands found their way to Jade's waist, pulling her closer.Jade responded in kind, her fingers sliding through Camilla's hair, tugging gently as their lips moved together with a hungry intensity.
The awareness of their surroundings faded, replaced by the growing heat between them, and Camilla's heart raced as Jade's hands began to explore, slipping under her shirt. She could feel Jade’s breath against her lips, warm and eager.
Then, a flash of reality hit her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered they weren’t alone, and the staff could appear at any moment.
Jade broke the kiss, her lips brushing against Camilla’s ear as she whispered, “Have you ever joined the mile-high club?”
Camilla laughed breathlessly, pulling back just enough to meet Jade’s eyes, her pulse quickening at the question. "No," she admitted, her voice tinged with excitement. "What about you?"
Jade shook her head. "Never. But it's on my bucket list."
Camilla raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth tugging into a sly smile. “Well then,” she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur, “maybe it’s time we cross that one off.”
Without waiting for a response, she stood and tugged Jade’s hand, leading her towards the small bathroom at the back of the plane. Jade followed, her laughter light and filled with anticipation. The two of them slipped inside the tiny space, the door closing behind them with a quiet click.
Jade pressed Camilla against the wall, their bodies already entwined as the heat between them flared. The tight space only added to the urgency, their hands eagerly exploring, their kisses becoming even more intense. Every touch, every stolen breath, felt forbidden and thrilling.
"Let's make this memorable," Camilla whispered against Jade's lips.
“Memorable? I can do that.” Jade’s hands roamed Camilla’s body, fingers tracing the curve of her hips, as their lips met again in another fevered kiss.
Camilla gasped as Jade’s lips trailed down her neck, her body arching into the touch. The thrill of the moment sent her senses into overdrive, the forbidden nature of their tryst adding a delicious edge to the passion building between them. Her pulse quickened, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned Jade’s jeans, fingers dipping under her waistband and into her panties.
Jade did the same, her hands skillfully slipping beneath Camilla's waistband, fingers finding her, running through her wet heat. Camilla moaned and arched against her hand, matching Jade’s movements. Their breaths became shallow, mingling between urgent kisses as their hands worked in sync, lowering, then entering each other with a feverish urgency.
Jade’s lips found their way back to Camilla’s as they fucked each other with abandon, the kiss deep and fueled by the need neither of them could hold back any longer. They moved in a synchronized rhythm, their bodies rocking together, their moans blending with the hum of the airplane. It was raw and electric, the urgency between them carrying them higher. The pressure built, Camilla’s heartbeat thudding in her ears.
“Yes,” Jade whispered through ragged breaths. “Come with me.”
Camilla quivered as her orgasm crashed through her. Jade moaned, her fingers tightening in Camilla’s hair, their bodies locked together as they rode out the crescendo of their shared release. Camilla could feel Jade’s own climaxshuddering through her, their moans mixing in the charged air of the tiny space.
They stood there for a while, breathless and flushed, holding each other close as they shared a soft, lingering kiss.
"Well," Jade murmured between breaths, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction and affection, "I’d say we crossed that one off in style."
Camilla laughed softly, her body still humming from the thrill of it all, and she pressed her forehead against Jade’s. "I think we’ve set the bar pretty high."
They exchanged a knowing grin, the world outside the bathroom momentarily forgotten as they basked in the aftermath of their stolen moment above the clouds.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Camilla stood, her hands coming together in enthusiastic applause as the cast of “Proof” took their final bows. Her eyes never left Jade, standing center stage, beaming as she soaked in the audience’s appreciation. The intimate theater in West Hollywood was alive with cheers and whistles, filling the space with electric energy.
Her heart swelled with pride. Watching Jade perform had been a revelation. On stage, she had been utterly transformed—gone was the lighthearted, easygoing woman Camilla had come to adore. In her place stood Catherine, a brilliant but troubled daughter, wrestling with the ghosts of her father’s genius. Jade embodied the character so completely that Camilla found herself holding her breath more than once, mesmerized by every nuance of her performance—the sharp wit, the flashes of vulnerability, and the fire simmering beneath the surface.
As the applause finally began to subside and the cast exited the stage, Camilla felt her pulse quicken with excitement. She couldn’t wait to see Jade again, to tell her howincredible she had been. It had only been a few days since their return from Aspen, but the time apart, filled with Camilla’s hectic return to work and Jade’s intense rehearsals, had felt like an eternity. They’d spoken often, texted constantly, but seeing her now—glowing from the exhilaration of the performance, Camilla felt her heart race.
Making her way to the lobby, she positioned herself near the door that led backstage, a bouquet of red roses in hand. She had debated whether flowers were too predictable, but there was something about the tradition that felt right. As she waited, she glanced around the theater, taking in the cozy charm of the space—plush red velvet seats, walls adorned with vintage posters from past productions. Everything about the night felt magical.
The backstage door finally swung open, and Camilla craned her neck, searching for Jade. When she appeared, Camilla’s breath caught. Jade was radiant, her makeup still smoky from the performance, her eyes bright with lingering adrenaline. She had changed into a simple black dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways, her blonde hair falling loosely over her shoulders now that it was free from the severe style she wore on stage.
