Thirty thousand feet in the air, turbulence jolted the cabin. She gasped, not from fear—his hand had slipped beneath the blanket. In their first-class pod, privacy doors half-closed, he stroked her slowly, teasing her through lace.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered, biting her earlobe.

“I told you I don’t like flying.”

His fingers curled just right. She arched, biting the pillow to muffle a cry.

A soft knock startled her. The flight attendant peeked in—smiling.

“Need anything else, sir?”

He smirked. “Another blanket.”

The attendant winked. “Make it quick. I’m off duty in ten.”