I observe her, twisting my black titanium wedding band around my ring finger, pondering on how far to take things.
She adjusts herself in her seat.
She’s desperate for salvation.
Fuck it.
I get up.
“Let’s go,” I say.
Her head whips in my direction. “To the bedroom?”
“No, that’s too obvious. We’re going to the bathroom.”
“Like that’s not obvious at all,” she says.
“Maybe, but it will be a lot kinkier.”
Her eyes sparkle with interest.
I reach out a hand to help her up.
She accepts it.
She stands, but falls back into her seat.
I catch her just in time and bring her close to my body.
She glances up. “Thanks.”
“You’re drunk?”
“No, just a little tipsy.”
I frown.
“I’m fine.” She places a hand against my chest. “You were taking me to the bathroom, remember?”
“Eager much?”
She leans into me. “You promised kinky. Based on yesterday, yes, I’m eager.”
“Such naughtiness coming from such a sweet mouth.”
She gives me aguilty as chargedlook.
I lead the way to the back of the plane and close the door to the bathroom behind us.
“Oh, this should be good,” she says.
Lust veils her eyes.
“You look innocent enough, wife. You’re anything but.”
“Let’s get one thing straight. In the little time I’ve known you, you’ve corrupted me.”
“I’m so proud.” I wink.
