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She feels Nash adjust his jeans with his other hand, cursing under his breath. Adding another finger to his rhythm, she feels her climax building, her breathing heavy as Nash's body tenses, the muscle of his arm corded, visible under the pushed-up sleeve.
“So Melody.” Jen asks, “How long are you in town for?”
Oh Fuck.
A rush of cold dread stings her entire body, sharply bringing her back into reality. In this case, the reality was that she was currently sitting in a restaurant with someone's fingers inside her vagina.
Someone whose fingers really shouldn't be anywhere near her vagina. While everyone around her sipped their drinks casually, waiting for her answer. Melody immediately squeezes her legs tightly.
Nash chuckles, refusing to vacate his position inside her, slowly resuming his ministration in and out, almost methodically. Seemingly unfazed by the death grip her thighs have on his hand.
“Yeah, Melody.” His voice was a hoarse whisper. “How long do I get to keep you?” Nash asks, his voice husky and strained, looking right into her flushed face as he moves his fingers more urgently under the table. Melody licked her lips, feeling the deep pull building. She clutches the table, unable to hide her body’s response for much longer.
“I, um…” She exhales heavily. “I have to go.”
She practically shouts as Nash removes his fingers from her core and brings them up his mouth, a low rumble of appreciation in his chest.
Melody
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She had to get out of there, like yesterday.
"Let me out, Duke. Now." She scrambles out of her seat in a rush. She felt Nash’s rumble of approval as if it had rolled directly through her body.
Nope, this is not happening.
She tried to stand, her legs weak, her body still trembling. Rushing around the corner, she searched for the bathroom. Thankfully, she found it empty. Melody locked the door and headed straight to the sink, dropping her bag on the counter as she braced herself.
One look in the mirror speaks to the truth she didn't want anyone to see. Her face was like an open book. It always has been. She could never hide her emotions from anyone. One look would tell the world when she was happy, sad, and apparently when she was turned on and about to fall into a million pieces. This was what she meant when she said he could ruin her. He had already surpassed most of her sexual experiences, gotten her closer to climax faster than anyone else has, and they were fully clothed and in public!
Her face is flushed, and her hair is disheveled as if she had been unconsciously running her hands through it. She doesn't remember messing with her hair, but then again, she was a little preoccupied. Her eyes are glazed from the alcohol, and a light sheen of sweat is on her skin.
Feeling the wetness between her thighs, she groans.
Seriously Melody. What were you thinking?
Sighing loudly, she turns on the sink. Letting water run over her hands for a few seconds, then splashing her face and neck with the cold water in a fruitless attempt to cool her overheated skin.
A sharp knock raps at the door. "It's busy!" She shouts roughly. "Give me a minute, for fuck's sake."
"It's me," Nash says after a long pause. "Open the door, Melody, please." His voice is rough and pleading. In that moment, she realizes that it would be impossible for her to deny him anything. So, despite her brain telling her to send him away, her body cracks open the door. His face appears at the opening. His gaze is just as hungry as hers.
"I am coming in, okay."
Melody steps back as he closes the door. The lock clicked audibly behind him.
Nash
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She is majestic. Those eyes were so expressive, the yearning so palpable he could almost hear it urging him further into the bathroom. As a predator advances on his prey, for every step he takes towards her, she backs one away, only stopping when her body hits the sink counter. His body lines up perfectly with hers. Her breasts pushed up against his chest. Just a slight bend would capture her mouth with his. Reaching up to grab her arm, he hesitates, his hands hovering. They stand there, the tension a living, breathing entity.
He needs to touch her.
"Can I touch you, Melody?" The question escaped him in a strangled whisper. Pleading with her to say yes. Never mind that his fingers were buried deep inside her just a few minutes ago.
She nodded, and that was all he needed to break the thin layer of control he had. He pulled her up against the counter, nudging her to sit on top.
