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Ten
Okay, so maybe the mile-high-club thing turned out to be an epic fail. But we can’t say we didn’t give it our best shot.
Minutes after we were in the air, Caroline stood up, pretended to yawn and stretch, and shimmied past my legs to reach the aisle. There was a moment when her sweet ass was right in my face, and I was tempted to reach up and cup each blessedly taut cheek, but I told myself, patience. I’d have them both in my hands very, very soon as I thrust into her a freaking mile off the ground. Or thirty-thousand feet off the ground. What-ever. The point was, we were going to be so f*****g naughty, and I couldn’t wait.
Clearing my throat, I watched her make her way up to the front, and I had to resituate myself because my boner was digging into my lap belt.
I tapped my fin
