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her thigh
starts to pebble with goose bumps. Her breathing increases, and her
nipples...Oh God. Her nipples start to poke through her blouse.
Heaven help me.
    Olivia shakes her head, clearing her
thoughts, and continues. “Suffice it to say, he had
somewhere—someone—else to go to. Enough said, right?”
    “ Right.” I nod my head and inch my hand
higher up her leg.
    It suddenly occurs to me that I don't have
Olivia's phone number.
    “ Here,” I say, pulling out my phone and
handing it to her. “Put your number into my phone. I need to get
ahold of you to set up our coffee date in Seattle.  Feel free
to send me some naughty pictures of yourself later tonight too.” I
grin at her.
    Olivia shoots me a look of mock surprise
and takes my phone, entering in her first name and phone number.
“There,” she says, handing me back my phone. “Now you have me
permanently locked in your phone. You're a lucky, lucky man,
Owen.”
    “ I'm starting to think so,” I reply,
putting my hand back on her knee.
    When I touch her, Olivia suddenly
uncrosses her legs and reaches for her seatbelt. “I - I need to use
the ladies' room.  May I squeeze by you?”
    “ Of course.” I unlatch my seatbelt and
stand in the aisle to let her slip by. As she exits the row, her
perfect ass grazes against my crotch.
    Okay, in full disclosure, I may have
semi -purposefully not
given her enough room to scoot by me and maybe I pulled her hip
toward me a bit...but I had her where I wanted her and we fit
together perfectly. More importantly, she felt the chubby I'm
sporting. And know what? I don't care. I wanted her to feel it.
Hell, I want her to experience it firsthand. Tonight, if I had my
way. Damn. What is she doing to me?
    As I watch Olivia saunter into the
bathroom, my thoughts drift to all the wonderfully naughty things
I'd do to that woman. After a few moments of fidgeting in my seat
and absently touching myself through my pants, I'm
frustrated.
    “ Fuck it,” I mumble to myself. I stand up
from my seat and walk towards the front of the plane to the
bathroom.
    Most of my fellow passengers are either
engrossed in the movie, working on their iPads, or sleeping. Either way, they're distracted.
This may be easier than I thought.
    I turn my back to the other passengers,
shielding the door from their line of sight. “Olivia…” I
whisper-yell into the door. “It' s me, Owen. Let me in. ” I knock lightly on the door.
    Olivia hesitantly unlatches the bathroom
door and peeks out. Before she can pull it open all the way, I
quickly push my way into the cramped closet-sized bathroom. Her
eyes grow wide with concern as she sees me entering.
    I quickly latch the door behind me before
I spin around and ask, “ Feel
better? ”
    “ What?” she asks, confused. “Yes”—she
shakes her head and furrows her brow—“but what are you—”
    “ Stop talking, ” I say with a groan.
    I grab her waist and turn her slightly,
pressing her body against the bathroom wall with my own. Trapping her against the wall
with my arms planted firmly on either side of her shoulders, I
quickly search her eyes for any indication of panic. Seeing none, I
tilt my head and brush my lips against hers, coaxing her gently
before kissing her hard. I don't know if it's me or the wine she's
had, but she doesn't resist me.
    A small moan escapes
Olivia 's mouth, and I
slip my tongue inside her parted lips. She slides her hands up my
chest and wraps her arms around my neck, her kiss matching my
intensity. Our tongues mash hungrily together as I feel my cock
harden and lengthen between us. I wrap a hand around her waist and
pull her tight against me. Olivia leans back, and I start to kiss
along her jaw and down her neck, planting firm, wet kisses along
her collarbone. When my hand travels up from her waist and along
the curve of her breast, Olivia lets out a faint, “Oh my God,”
which only encourages me more.
    “ I needed to kiss you, Olivia,” I murmur.
“I couldn't