Page 22 of Knock Me Up

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We both haveone hand on one another and the other hand on a glass of champagne.

The plane is high in the sky, and we sip our beverages.

It’s the life.

I don’t know how it could get better than this.

Well, maybe if Piper didn’t look so nervous.

“What’s the matter, babe?”

She takes another sip. “Me and flying don’t go great together.”

“Hmm? Why didn’t you say something before?”

“You were so excited to take me on a honeymoon that I kind of forgot until I got back to my place to pack and pick up my passport.”

“We could have arranged another transportation method. We could have sailed.”

“They have ships to Tahiti?”

I rub my chin. “Probably not direct. But something up the coast into Asia and down into French Polynesia could be arranged. And of course, money talks.”

“I’ll be fine. I puked the last few times I took a plane but I’ve been studying hints. Like, I ate a little bit instead of nothing. I took some anti-nausea drugs. It didn’t work last time, but that doesn’t mean it won’t work this time.”

“You need to take your focus off it, I think. Don’t obsess over it. Focus on something else.”

“I don’t think reading a book like you’re planning to do is going to help me. Reading and motion sickness are sweet tag team partners when it comes to spewing up everything you’ve eaten in the last few hours.”

I look up and down the aisle. We’re in first class, because I’d settle for nothing less for Piper. Nothing’s going on in the aisle, it’s a pretty quiet flight. Not even any crying babies to make Piper and I reconsider the whole starting a family thing.

“Come on. Come with me,” I say, pulling on her hand.

“What are you up to?”

“Something to get your mind off of the flight. Maybe help you sleep.”

“Knowing how you help me get to sleep, I guess I’m going to like this.”

We casually stroll down the aisle, looking innocent. Everyone is minding their own business, the flight attendants dealing with the other passengers. We approach the bathroom, and I look around again. Seeing two able-bodied adults like us enter a bathroom together doesn’t require a lot of guessing to figure out what we’re up to.

“Quickly,” I whisper as we pile into the bathroom and I slide the door closed behind us, locking it.

It’s not as bad-smelling as I expected. Airplane ventilation has improved over the years.

With our stealth mission complete, I pull her close, her already smiling. “Shall we earn our membership in the mile-high club?”

“You know, with how I feel about planes, I never really thought about doing that. But you awaken the strangest desires in me, Luke.”

“And I’ve never had the urge to do this with another woman. We’re horrible influences on one another, aren’t we?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I put the toilet seat down and sit on it. She hikes her skirt up, sliding her panties down before crawling on top of me and helping me undo my belt buckle to release my cock.

As she slides down on my cock, I gasp. She’s so fucking good. She’s my weakness, my love, my woman.

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