I stood abruptly, my voice steady despite the fire burning under my skin. "I'm going to talk to the pilot." The lie rolled off my tongue smoothly, but Yuko's sharp inhale told me she didn't buy it for a second. Her eyes flicked to the bathroom door, then back to me, her fingers twisting in her lap.
The second I reached the bathroom, Haruna was on me.
She yanked me in by my shirt, slamming the door shut behind us with her foot. Before I could react, she pressed her panties—still warm, still damp—against my face.
The scent of her arousal hit me like a punch to the gut, musky and sweet, and my cock jerked violently against my slacks.
"Smell that," she whispered, her voice a poisoned honey. "That's what you do to me, Jack. Every. Fucking. Time." Her free hand slid down my chest, her nails scraping over the bulge straining against my zipper. "You've been hard since I sat on your lap, haven't you? Did you like how I wiggled for you?"
