The hum of the airplane engines filled the cabin as the late-night flight cruised at 36,000 feet.

The dim cabin lights cast a soft glow over the sleeping passengers, leaving the flight attendants free to go about

their duties with a bit more ease. I adjusted my uniform, the crisp white blouse and navy pencil

skirt hugging my body in all the right places. It was a long-haul flight, the kind that could feel endless without

the right company. Thankfully, I had Adrian. Adrian was my partner, both in the air and on the ground.

His confidence, devilish smirk, and broad shoulders were enough to make any passengers swoon.

But he was mine. His looks, his big cock, and all belonged to me.

The stolen moments we shared during flights are my favorite part of the job.

As I passed by the galley, I caught sight of him

leaning against the counter. His sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He glanced up,

his dark eyes meeting mine, and a slow smile spread across his face.

Taking a break already!

I teased, stepping closer.

He chuckled, his voice low enough that only I could hear, just waiting for my favorite part

of the flight.

I raised my eyebrow, pretending not to catch his meaning. Oh,

the complimentary snacks? No. He said, his tone dropping as his eyes roamed over me. You. A flush crept up

my neck, but I held his gaze.

There are cameras everywhere, you know.

His grin widened.

Then we better be discreet.

I rolled my eyes, but the heat in his gaze was unmistakable, sending a thrill through me.

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