Page 40 of The Virgin Playboy

“No, we'll just have to have dinner sometime. Get to know the man important in our daughter's life.”

“Looking forward to that,” Graham beamed. I had a feeling I was going to have to address the misuse of terms before the night ended. I didn't want him to think that I was trying to corner him into something more than what we agreed to.

Maybe I should have better prepared myself for a surprise like this. Graham's presence seemed like it had always been there, as instead of trying to maneuver between creating new teams, he and I just took turns during my turn to bowl. That was a good call too, because for the first time all night I was getting strikes every time I'd go to bowl. And every time I came back, he’d pull me back onto his lap like I’d never left.

“Seriously, though. Thank you so much for coming,” I whispered, grateful that over the noise, few people could hear us.

“I wouldn't have missed this,” as he leaned in for a light peck.

“I'm sure I'll find a way to thank you later,” I whispered back.

“We find a private place, and you can make it up to me now,” he flirted as I bit my lip, looking over toward the signs for the bathroom.

“We'd have to be quick. Like super quick,” I reiterated as the plan consisted of me silently excusing myself, and him leaving straight after our turn to bowl. The public bathroom wasn't that big, but at the least the door locked, as I hadn't been in there a minute before Graham met me in a lip lock, reaching to lock the door.

“Mmm…” Graham moaned into the kiss. “You were right, your tits do look amazing in that get-up.” He smiled into the kiss.

“Baby.” Kiss. “I'm so grateful you came.”

“Of course.” Kiss. “A little weird meeting your parents twenty minutes before we ducked to fuck in a toilet,” he joked. “But totally worth the awkwardness. Plus, public sex is a bucket list item,” he finished.

I wrapped my arms around him, as his hands made a home, squeezing the outside of my ass, his fingers getting lost in the sides of the G-string I wore for compatibility purposes.

“Shit, do you have any condoms, Jaq? I meant to get some on the way after, but I don't have any on hand.”

“Graham, it's okay. We use them like 90% of the time.”

As Graham held out his hand, rotating it to suggest more or less. “Like, 85% of the time.”

Forcing us to both laugh, and in tandem, agree on, “75% of the time.”

We rushed for them a lot in the beginning, even if only to familiarize Graham with the art of using them. But we were pretty lax this far into knowing each other. Between getting checked regularly, something that was a first for him, and my IUD, we didn’t always chastise ourselves when a condom wasn’t available.

“You look so sexy as a witchy vampire,” he said, kissing my shoulder from behind, reaching between my legs to determine how wet he needed to get me. Honestly, even if he hadn’t gone out of his way, between his presence, surprising me, his serenades, even just a text from him would have made me ready for him. Showing up for me made feel…I don’t know. Safe somehow. In a way I wasn’t accustom to.

“Jesus Christ, Jacqueline, you're already soaked,” he laughed to himself, pushing the side of my costume to the side, as he lifted my leg on his hip, easing his thick hard cock past my walls.

“Shit, you feel amazing,” as he licked his lips, meeting his rocking hips with rubbing my clit. “But I remember this is a public bathroom, so I don't want to touch anything.”

“Just concentrate on fucking me. Remember, we have to be quick,” gently reminding him, as he lifted me off my feet, fucking me up against the nearest wall. Everything was going good until a knock came at the door.

“Geez, public sex is harder than it looks,” he laughed, deciding that if we were going to get anywhere quick, we'd have to transition into a position that could bring that quick reward.

“Just get behind me,” I instructed, seamlessly transitioning into standing doggy.

“Aw, fuck, I'm about to come, ba⁠—”

“Jacqueline, are you in there?” as both of us froze mid stroke. “I tried to wait as long as I could, but you know me and my kidney issues. This wine got me running back and forth.”

“Is that your mum?” Graham instantly stopped.

“I'll be right out,” I called out, Graham carefully trying to handle his erection back into his pants. “Why did I think it was a good idea to wear leather?” he joked.

“We'll try again back at yours?” I kissed him, wiping off the remnants of lipstick I’d left on his mouth and face.

“I've got a counter with your name on it,” he flirted, gathering ourselves together in an awkward exchange upon unlocking the door, as my mom pushed both of us out the way, closing and locking the door behind her. We were going to need a really good lay to make up for this one.

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