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CC’s throaty laugh continued to entice her, but Al had to hold that thought; the flight attendant was already cruising through the cabin, taking meal and drink orders for when they were in the air, then collecting glasses and trash once the cockpit and airplane doors were finally closed.
“I thought you were headed to New York,” CC said as the plane pushed back from the gate.
“I’m from New York. My firm is there too, but I’ve been seconded with a client in New Orleans for almost a year now.”
“Long secondment.”
Longer than Al had anticipated, but her sabbatical from the city was doing her and her client good. “They’re in growth mode,” she said, referring to her client. “And New Orleans is not a bad place to be seconded.”
“You’ll get no argument from me. I went to Tulane for my LLM and never left.”
They continued to chat through takeoff and over drinks and dinner, CC’s lovely blush reappearing on her cheeks and across her collarbones whenever Al paid her a compliment. Al wanted to see how much rosier she could make all that peaches and cream skin. And judging by CC’s gaze that kept straying to Al’s cleavage and the lingering brush of their shoulders and hands time and again, CC remained just as interested as she had been at the bar, if not more so. Mission Flirt-Her-Way-Between-Those-Thighs was still a go, but Al would need to make some adjustments given the vanishing space in airplane bathrooms.
The next time the attendant passed their row, making his last postdinner walk-through before they dimmed the lights for the rest of the flight, Al asked for a blanket.
CC’s “You don’t look cold,” whispered hotly in her ear, was the last green light Al needed. She shifted so CC’s lips brushed the shell of her ear, and goose bumps raced across Al’s skin, exactly as she’d intended. CC chuckled. “That’s manufacturing evidence.”
Al turned her head, bringing them nose to nose, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them. “I thought you said you did food and beverage law.”
“And if you’ve been practicing in New Orleans for a year, you’ve had to have taken the bar, so you should know better.”
Al scrunched her nose. “Pesky evidence rules.”
CC’s grin was red-hot, but before Al could lean the rest of the way over the seat divider and taste it, someone behind them cleared his throat. “Ma’am,” the attendant said. “I have that blanket for you.”
Rotating in her seat, she smiled at the attendant and took the blanket, setting it in her lap. “Thank you.”
“Do you need anything else?”
“We’re all set. Enjoy that book you were reading.”
“Oh, I will!” He grinned and scurried back to the front.
The lights dimmed a moment later and the seat-back televisions flickered to life with entertainment options. Al waited until the attendant clicked in his seat belt before checking the row opposite her and CC. The older man in the aisle seat was already dozing off, and the younger person by the window had their earbuds in and their attention fixated on their e-reader. Good. She rotated back to find CC resting comfortably in her seat, albeit closer to her than the window, the boatneck of her sweater having fallen off her shoulder.
Al ached to kiss it. She handed her the blanket instead.
“This you giving me more?” CC asked.
Al trailed a fingertip over her exposed shoulder, watching with delight as heat rushed to meet her touch. “No, Red, me giving you more would have been taking you into a bathroom stall at SFO and finger fucking you until you came so I could see more of this beautiful blush.”
CC’s eyes flared with heat, and she squirmed in her seat, spreading her legs to no doubt ease the same pressure building between Al’s.
“You would have liked that?” Al said.
CC bit her bottom lip, and fuck if Al didn’t want to kiss that too. CC let it go with a swipe of her tongue. Someone liked to tease. “It’s a shame airplane bathrooms are so small these days.”
“Amen to that.” Al leaned over the divider and dropped her voice low. “But we don’t need a bathroom if you want to play.”
CC inhaled sharply, then made a lap with her gaze around the first-class cabin. When her warm brown eyes landed back on Al, they were blistering.
“You like that too?” Al asked. CC nodded, and Al made a mental note to buy two lottery tickets when she got off the plane. Wasn’t every day she found someone who got the same thrill she did from other eyes in the room, whether they were watching or not. She crossed her legs in CC’s direction and propped a forearm on the seat divider, leaning over more and plumping her breasts. CC’s gaze shot right to her cleavage, as Al expected it would. “Eyes up here, Red.”
CC’s muffled groan of frustration was adorable. And hot as hell. “Your tits are amazing.”
“I know they are. Paid good money for them. You’re a breast woman?”
“Among other things.”
