The waiting at Gate Three A was more than Zoe could deal with. What the fuck was taking so long? Not only was she tired, but the annoying baby screaming bloody murder behind her was beginning to give her a headache. She glanced at her watch and figured they would be calling seats at any time, she’d hoped. Just then an airline rep came on and made an announcement: “Good evening passengers of Flight Twenty Three Forty Five....

She wanted to kiss him so bad, but she resisted. He must’ve read her mind because he leaned in making an attempt to, but she turned away. Instead she leaned to one side and whispered, “I want you to taste me first. Then you can kiss me.” He let out a hard, loud sigh. “Fuck,” he groaned. His hands quickly discovered she was only in a t-shirt. He could feel the heat coming from her body. The heat coming from between her leg...