Chapter 108. Fifteen Hundred For My Dripping Cunt

I’m horny. Please… just fuck me. I promise I’d tip you extra when the plane lands.

The words fell out of my mouth before I could catch them, low and shaky, right against the soft collar of his uniform as he leaned over to collect my empty champagne flute. Zion froze for half a second—long enough that I felt the heat crawl up my neck.

”I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said quietly, voice velvet-smooth and professional, the way they train them to sound even when a passenger is clearly losing it, “but that’s against our protocol. I can’t help you with… that.”

My thighs pressed together under the blanket so hard I felt the ache spike. “Please. You can’t leave me like this.” My voice cracked on the last word and I hated how desperate it sounded, but I was past caring. “I’d give you a thousand bucks. Cash. Right now.”

He finally met my eyes—really met them. Dark brown, steady, the tiniest flicker of something that wasn’t protocol. He exhaled through his nose.

”Add five