Exes Share a Sleeper Car
ex-lovers fuck in an exhibitionist sleeper car.
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The overnight train smelled of metal and recycled air when Mia shoved her bag into the cramped sleeper and froze. Jax was already there, six-two of hard muscle and bad decisions, sprawled on the lower bunk like he owned the fucking rails. Two years since the screaming match that ended them, and here he was, dark eyes dragging over her like no time had passed.
“You’re kidding,” she said, voice flat.
“Flight canceled. Same story.” His mouth crooked. “Looks like we’re stuck, Mia. Curtain’s thin as hell. Anyone walks by, they get the show.”
She yanked the privacy curtain halfway across the narrow doorway anyway. It left a gap wide enough to see straight into the corridor. Heat crawled up her neck. The old bitterness sat right next to the spark that had always been stupid and mean and perfect. She dropped her bag and started unbuttoning her blouse without looking away from him.
Jax’s stare went molten. “Still hate me?”
“Still think about fucking you when I’m alone,” she shot back, peeling the blouse off and kicking free of her jeans. The tiny white tank and plain black panties left almost nothing to the imagination. The train rocked hard around a curve; she braced a hand on the upper bunk and felt his eyes lock on the flex of her thighs.