Page 28 of Flight of Fancy

Wrap my legs around her waist and never let go.

The frenzy overtaking that bed before Arianna had a chance to come in for landing was exactly what life had ordered. Arianna wanted to get lost in another woman? Now was her chance, beginning with the two of them falling side by side on the bed, their limbs twisting together as Arianna shoved her hand between Elle’s thighs and said, “Let me inside you. Please.”

She was no docile princess who only allowed pleasure to be bestowed upon her, Elle’s gifts in the form of simply being allowed here. Nor was Arianna a desperate cat on the prowl who led every second of the way. She needed to be spoiled, but in turn, she desired to earn her keep. Any woman she fell into bed with had to understand the dual nature that hid within such a presentable lady.

Elle was delectably warm. Smooth. Ready to accommodate whatever Arianna had.

“Right there,” she whispered, guiding Arianna’s hand with another hiss between her teeth. “Perfect. Like you.”

Arianna was right at home inside Elle. They moved together like two concurrent waves rippling onto the shore. I can go deeper. Beneath the waves. Within the depths of the Earth, where the air pressure was strictest and the tight recesses of existence threatened to harm a woman’s body if she wasn’t careful. I don’t need to come up for air. Arianna needed more like she needed to prove to Elle that they could make love until they no longer knew when daylight broke.

What was time, anyway?

Elle buried her face right when she was about to shout her adoration for what Arianna did to her. That’s not fair. Arianna couldn’t stifle her sounds in anything, or anyone for that matter. She was on the bottom, her face turned up to the ceiling, the light fixtures accepting her subsequent shriek of pleasure when Elle’s hand came for her between the legs too. The frenzy they fed may have only lasted a few minutes, but to Arianna, it was as long as a flight across the ocean. For all she knew, that was where she was right now. Asleep in my bunk, dreaming about a passenger who barely knows I exist.

“Don’t stop…” She begged the universe to hear her plea. She couldn’t let this dream end.

Like Arianna had been rejuvenated by her own climax, Elle was too intoxicated to stop, even when her throat was silenced and her inner walls gave up their conquest of Arianna’s captured fingers. She pinned Arianna down to the bed, smothering her in the kind of famished kisses that tore her apart from the inside.

Take every inch of me… Arianna didn’t want to belong to herself any longer. She was a peon of this moment, and Elle was the warden of her paradisical prison.

As their legs entwined, Elle descending for more kisses as her thighs surged between Arianna’s, it was almost like they were one.

I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want her.

Elizabeth Sparrow, the forbidden woman who should not have so easily seduced the most unseducible flight attendant to fly the Pacific skies.

Maybe it was just sex. Maybe they wouldn’t see each other like this again.

But Arianna wanted to pretend. In this moment, as she lost sight of who she even was outside of this hotel room, she belonged to Elle and was never letting go.

I’m never closing my legs again. Not as long as this woman was in the same room as her.

She knew that would be her downfall. Right now? She didn’t give a single fuck.

Chapter 10

Elle was used to many of life’s pleasures, like a First Class international plane ride and room service she could directly bill her company, but nothing prepared her for the sight of Arianna coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a white fluffy hotel robe.

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving.” Elle, who wore her own robe that she always packed in her carry-on, crawled to the end of the bed and was bereft to find her date picking up her abandoned clothes. “Do you have a midnight curfew I don’t know about?”

Arianna placed her skirt and turtleneck on the bed. “Not anymore. Those days are over.”

Elle wasn’t sure what that meant. She knew that Royal Asia did not enforce curfews for their crew while on layover. Not that it mattered, since Arianna had the following day off before flying back to Singapore on Wednesday. “I hope I have been a good hostess.”

That made Arianna drop her underwear that she had uncovered from beneath the comforter. “Of course you have.” The natural blush on her cheeks was no match for the makeup that had been there all evening. “I think it’s a good idea for me to get back before anyone notices I’m missing.”

“Ah. Is a friend expecting you?”

“No.”

“Someone you’re supposed to call back in Singapore?”

“Ah, no.”

Elle placed her hand atop Arianna’s, stilling her movements. “Then why not stay the night with me? We’ll order breakfast in the morning and pretend we’re in Paris instead or the outskirts of LAX.” She didn’t have to be back in Seattle for another day. While Elle had originally planned on flying back the following afternoon, she could as easily stay another night here if it meant having Arianna in bed with her.

Arianna sat on the bed, readjusting the robe that attempted to engulf her. Elle pulled herself up behind Arianna and nuzzled against the small of her back, savoring the warmth of another woman’s body even though they were no longer beneath the covers.

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