Chapter 60

Dermott sighed. "I suppose we should get dressed, shouldn't we?" A warm thread of laughter hovered just under the surface of his tone. "Unless you don't care about shocking the staff."

I stretched and reluctantly slid up and off his lap, standing on wobbly knees to pull my dress down over my slick pussy.

"Lavatory's through here." Dermott stood, kicking his trousers from around his ankles as he did. Sure enough, one door in the back wall led to the biggest bathroom I'd ever seen on a plane. He flushed the condom while I wetted a washcloth and cleaned up a bit. The thoughtful man even fetched my purse so I could comb my hair without me having to ask.

"They're still all going to know what we just did," I grumbled as we both put our clothing back together. "Your steward's a shifter, isn't he? The scent alone will give us away."