I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared shitless about meeting Staci’s father.

I wasn’t scared of the man himself per se, but I was scared of what he would think about me. Of what he would think about mine and Staci’s relationship. Because I didn’t even know where we stood exactly.

I guess that was what scared me the most.

I didn’t think twice about switching my ticket and climbing onto the airplane with her. I just climbed into the seat next to her and held her hand through takeoff.

We were both exhausted, her more so than me after all the work she did yesterday, and I wasn’t surprised when she leaned her head against my shoulder and fell asleep as soon as we were in the air.

But if she didn’t move soon, I was going to pee on myself. After about an hour and a half into the flight, Staci shifted enough that I could pull my arm out from beneath her without waking her up. I quickly unlatched my seatbelt and made my way down the plane to the bathroom.

A flight attendant was coming down the aisle at the same time, and we barely managed to squeeze past each other without me bumping into an old lady in her seat.

I quietly apologized since her husband was asleep next to her, and she smiled up at me and patted my arm.

Finally, I made it to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face to wake me up. Staci had slept curled against my body last night, and even though it felt amazing, I kept waking up every few hours to make sure she was still there.

I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

I pushed the lock and pulled the tiny door open, and it almost hit me in the face with the force of someone coming through it.

“What the fuck?” I said before I recognized her black hair and heard her soft giggle.

“What are you doing?” I whispered as she closed the door behind her. The bathroom was so small that neither one of us could really move with the other one in there.

“The movie theatre. Really, Mason?” She pulled her t-shirt over her head.

“What?” I chuckled as I watched her.

“You said that the movie theatre was the craziest place you’ve ever had sex.” She popped the button of her jeans. “That’s pathetic really.”

“So, what?” I started undoing my belt. “You’re here to help me up my game?”

“Exactly.” She pulled her jeans down her legs. “What kind of girl do you take me for?”

She laughed as I gripped my hands under her ass and lifted her to the almost nonexistent bathroom sink. “A very, very bad girl.”

She smirked and I pulled my jeans down my hips.

“You mean I haven’t ruined my bad girl persona with you?”

I stepped toward her and she wrapped her fingers around my cock before she slid it up and down her wetness. I could barely form a thought.

“No.” I lined myself up with her and thrust into her as I spoke through gritted teeth. “I still think you’re a bad girl. You’re just a bad girl who has fallen a bit.”

Her head slammed back against the bathroom mirror as I pulled out then thrust into her again. “And where exactly do you think I’ve fallen?”

I caressed her breast through the thin layer of her bra and felt her nipple peak beneath my touch.

“Into me.”

Her eyes met mine and they were on fire. “You think you’re the one to tame the bad girl?” Her pussy convulsed around me, and she gripped her fingers in her hair and arched her back as a moan escaped her lips.

“No.” I shook my head, but she couldn’t see me with her head thrown back in pleasure. “I’m just the one who gets to keep her.”

She fell apart around me then, her body milking out every drop of my own pleasure, and I had to press my hand against her mouth to muffle her screams. She may have come into this bathroom willingly, but I didn’t think she really wanted to get caught. The last thing we needed was to get in trouble by some air official.

She bit down on my hand before she ran over the skin with her tongue, and I came with a loud moan as I buried my face in her shoulder.

She pressed her lips against mine, a tender kiss, before we started banging into things as we tried to quickly get dressed.

“Quit laughing,” I told her on a chuckle. “You’re going to get us caught.”

“We’re not going to get caught.” She rolled her beautiful eyes at me. “I’ll go out first then you come out a minute or so later. No one will think a thing.”

“Uh huh.” I buckled my belt and slid it into place.

“Trust me. I’m like a ninja.” She grinned as she opened the door and almost ran into one of the flight attendants.

She was an older lady who looked all business, and I braced myself when she looked into the small bathroom at the two of us. “I hope the two of you had fun. Now get back to your seats. We’re going to be landing soon.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Staci called after the flight attendant as she started walking away.

I bumped into her shoulder and she looked back at me.

“Yes, ma’am?” I cocked an eyebrow. “What a badass you are.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes again, and I followed her back to our seats.

I glanced over at the older woman I almost ran into earlier as I took my seat, and she was still smiling at me. “Oh, to be young again.” She laughed and Staci, my little bad girl, buried her face in my chest.