He keeps looking, and I know what he’s thinking. Karen knows things about me that he doesn’t. She and I are building something, and what we’ve been doing—
It has an expiration date.
It’s wrong. I know that. I’m sure he does too. I’m seeing Karen, and at some point, probably soon, I’ll move on from him, and he won’t have any control over me anymore.
“I should get back,” I say, starting toward the door he’s standing against. “Ollie’s out there—”
“Addie can watch him.”
He steps forward, and I step back, because I amnotdoing this here. “Will,” I warn, but it comes out softer than I would like, as good as a yes to the offer in his eyes.
It’s the first time we’ve kissed since outside the church, weeks ago, and I’m never prepared for the way he consumes all of my senses. He turns us, and my hands clutch at his flannel when my back hits the door, my teeth accidentally nibbling on his lip.
He makes an approving sound against my mouth and presses closer, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands roaming my body.
We haven’t kissed like this since the exam room. Slow and deep and sohot. My knees are weak, and I hear myself moan as I grip his flannel harder, the only thing keeping me up besides the door at my back.
His hands land on my ass through my jeans, and I don’t care that Karen is on the other side of the door with my kids or thatwe’re in public and someone could try to enter the bathroom at any moment. I don’t care about anything but his lips and his hands moving from my ass to my waistband, getting my zipper open.
“Will…” I plead, wanting anything he’s willing to give me.
He shoves my pants down, followed by his own, to wrap his hand around both of us at the same time. I exhale hard, dropping my head against the door at the feeling of his fingers and his cock—
And then he starts to move.
I grasp his arms, looking down, watching him stroke us, feeling the skin of his perfect cock, bigger than mine by a few inches, move against my own, dribbles of come from both of us slicking the way.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing this. So I drop my forehead to his shoulder, and hold on.
It’s different than anything before. He’s right there, panting from the desperation, feeling the exact thing that I’m feeling, andfuck, his lips find my ear. “She can’t make you feel like this.”
I squeeze my eyes shut when he speeds up.
“No,” I say into his shirt, thrusting into his fist, out of my mind. “She can’t.”
Satisfied with my answer, he strokes our cocks with a single-minded focus, aware as much as I am that we don’t have much time before they start to wonder where we are. And as much as I know I need to be quiet, I can’t stop moaning.
I bite my lip to muffle the sounds, but they come anyway, echoing off the bathroom walls.
“Shh,” he says against my ear, his breathing gone ragged, contradicting his request by twisting his hand in a way that sends me falling over the edge instantly. I bite into his skin, muffling the sound as I come hard enough that it has my toes tingling in my shoes.
He follows, pressing me harder against the door.
His hand stills between us, and as the haze of my desperation for him begins to fade, the bathroom becomes very small. I can hear the noise of the restaurant outside the door, the clatter of plates, someone laughing. Karen, maybe.
I close my eyes, resting my head against the door again, not bothering to pull my pants up yet.
This has got to stop.
Chapter 17
I have thirty minutes before I need to leave, and about an hour worth of things I need to do to be ready, so when Addie appeared in my doorway ten minutes ago ready to help me pick out what to wear for my date with Karen tonight, I wasn’t exactly annoyed this time.
Until she rejected half of my wardrobe.
“Uncle Will’s coming over tonight,” she says from her position on my bed, watching me go through the closet to find something she approves of. “Emmett too. We’re making him watch Stranger Things.”
“He’s never seenStranger Things?”
