"Harder, please—I need?—"
I increase my pace, driving into her with more force. The sound of skin on skin fills the small powder room, mixing with our harsh breathing.
"Touch yourself," I command. "I want to feel you come around me."
Her hand slides between us, finding her clit, and the sight of her touching herself while I'm inside her nearly makes me lose it.
"That's it," I groan. "Fuck, you're gorgeous, sweetheart.”
"Victor, I’m close—so close?—"
"Come for me. I want to feel it."
She circles her clit faster, her other hand gripping my shoulder for balance, and I can feel her starting to tighten around me.
"That's it. Come for me, Harper.”
She does, clenching around me so hard I see stars. The feeling of her pulsing around my cock sends me over the edge, and I bury myself deep as I come, her name a groan against her neck.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, my forehead resting against hers.
“Wow,“ she starts. “That was truly?—“
"Terrible decision-making?"
"I was going to say incredible, but sure, that too."
I pull out carefully and help her down from the vanity. She immediately wobbles, and I catch her.
"Legs not working?" I ask, smug.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
She kisses me, and I can taste champagne and chocolate from dessert and something that's purely Harper.
When I finally pull back, she's smiling.
"We need to get back," she says.
"We do."
"We've been gone for—" she checks her phone "—oh God, twenty-three minutes."
"That's not that long."
"Victor, twenty-three minutes is an eternity in corporate gala time."
"They'll survive."
We attempt to make ourselves presentable. Harper fixes her lipstick in the mirror, adjusts her dress, smooths down her hair.
"How do I look?" she asks.
"Like you just had sex in a powder room."
“Jesus, Victor, I?—“
