Riley’s heart pounded as Lucas took her hand and led her quietly down the dimly lit aisle toward the rear lavatory. The plane was mostly asleep, the cabin lights low, the steady drone of the engines masking their movements. c*m from their earlier encounter still leaked down her inner thighs with every step, making her feel deliciously filthy and exposed.
Lucas checked the bathroom door — it was vacant. He pushed it open, pulled Riley inside, and locked it behind them.
The space was tiny, barely enough room for two people. The mirror reflected their flushed faces and disheveled clothes. The risk felt suffocating — anyone could knock at any moment, and the thin door wouldn’t hide much if someone listened closely.
Lucas didn’t waste time.
He spun Riley around so she faced the mirror, pres
