Edmond didn’t wait for me to ask twice.

He shifted under me with fast, strong hands gripping my hips and turning me so I was facing forward, my back to his chest now, legs spreading wide over his lap.

The luggage wall in the middle row blocked everything from their view—coolers, duffel bags, pillows stacked high like a fortress—and it gave us this tiny, secret pocket of space where we could finally do what we both wanted without pretending anymore.

My shorts were already bunched up high, panties shoved to the side, and I reached down between us, fingers wrapping around his cock.

It was so thick my thumb and...