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He shifts his weight from side to side. “Me either. This bench is hard.”
I smile against him. “Well, my seat was perfect.”
Dom nuzzles into my neck as he slides his hands down to grab my ass. “So fucking perfect.” He moves his hands around to my hips, and he groans. “If we stay like this any longer, I’m going to want to do this again. And it won’t be nearly as quick.”
Quick?I almost moan again, not thinking that was very quick at all. And wondering whatnot quickwould be like with Dom.
“I also won’t be able to stay quiet for a second round.” His hands flex. “And I’m pretty sure the good people of the airport will eventually take issue when we rock this pod away from the wall.”
I grin as I raise my head. “Yeah, I’m not really into the wholegetting caughtthing.”
His smirk makes me feel like he wants to say something but decides not to.
Then his face turns serious. “I will be buried in this sweet pussy again, Angel. This isn’t the only time.” His words swell inside my chest. “Tell me you believe me.”
I wet my lips, my mouth feeling suddenly dry. “I believe you.”
“Good.” Dom leans in and presses his lips to mine in the gentle kiss we didn’t start with.
And while his mouth is moving against mine, I don’t notice him sliding me back on his thighs until his cock slips free.
Dom slides my underwear back in place, just in time, because with my legs still spread over him, I can feel his release leaking out.
He runs a finger between my legs, pressing the damp fabric against my swollen flesh, soaking my panties further.
Which is when I realize we never talked about condoms or birth control and certainly didn’t use anything.
I inwardly cringe.
I’m on the pill, and I take it religiously, but I’ve never had sex without a condom. Not ever. And it was foolish and stupid and… hot. So fucking hot. But also messy.
“I know you need to clean this up.” Dom traces my seam one more time. “But I’m going to be hard for the rest of the night thinking about you wearing these dirty panties all the way home.”
Another pulse runs through me at his filthy mouth, causing my insides to clench, and I can feel more of him being pushed out.
Dom grips my waist with a sigh and lifts me off him, setting me on my feet in the center of the pod.
My eyes want to take in his bared chest, want to trace every inked line, but I need to focus on straightening my own clothes so I’m ready when he is.
I clip my bra—not looking up while I adjust my boobs into the push-up cups—and then rewrap the fabric of my dress before tying it off.
I glance in the mirror as I tighten my ponytail and see flushed cheeks, lips pinker than normal, and what might be a bite mark on the top of my shoulder.
Dominic, buttoned and righted, reaches past me for his jacket, which he quickly wraps back up, silk lining out, until it looks like a little baby bundle again.
“Pull the fake baby trick often?” I can’t help but ask as I absently put my arms through my backpack straps.
“This is a first.” Dom smirks as he hands me the bundle.
I hum and decide to trust he’s telling me the truth.
And before I can overthink how we’re going to coordinate this, I’m stepping out of the little lactation room, pretend baby in my arms, with my pretend husband stepping out behind me.
The door clicks shut after Dom, and he drapes his arm around my shoulder, keeping us moving.
I keep my gaze down when I notice a few people looking our way. The anxious part of me assumes that they know what we just did. But then I think about my reaction the first time I saw Dom and figure there’s a good chance they’re just looking at him.
“Yeah, go ahead and change him,” Dom says like it’s a response to a question I never asked.
