Page 14 of London Dynasty

Gathering my lone shopping bag and purse, I reached to unlock the door as a sudden bang shook the thin wall shared by the adjoining stall. I bit back a yelp as a breathy giggle floated through the air.

“Here? Someone might hear us,” the voice behind the giggle said.

“I can’t wait,” a gruff voice, oozing with sex, replied. “I need to fuck you now.”

I froze, too embarrassed to interrupt whatever was going on in the adjoining stall. The wall between us ran from ceiling to floor, but the material was flimsy enough that I could hear every movement. I wouldn’t be discovered unless I made noise and opening my door would definitely make noise. Clutching my purse against my chest, I sent up a prayer that someone else would walk in and scare off the couple.

“They’re waiting for you,” she simpered but there was no fire behind her argument. She’d agreed to whatever he wanted from the moment they’d ducked into the ladies’ room.

“And I’m so bored I’m about to fall asleep. I need to do something that gets my blood pumping.” The wall shook with a sudden jolt, and I heard the woman moan.

“We need to hurry,” she whispered at the sounds of rustling fabric and ripping foil. Something slammed into the wall, followed by a throaty groan of pleasure that sent a gush of molten desire between my legs. I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear the slap of bare flesh colliding and the primal sounds of pleasure.

A string of filthy encouragement started as the wall vibrated with their thrusts. “That’s right. Ride my cock. God, I love the way your tits bounce when I’m fucking you,” he grunted.

“Oh my god,” she cried out, and suddenly I found my own hand reaching to unfasten the waistband of my trousers. I slipped a finger down the lacy knickers I was wearing, more delicate and sexy than any I’d ever owned before. Propping myself against the far wall, I closed my eyes and imagined I was the one with my legs wrapped around the stranger, taking his cock. I circled the swollen bud frantically, building alongside them, too desperate to soothe the ache ravaging me to feel ashamed for what I was doing.

A choking sound, as though a hand was being used to muffle a scream of pleasure, pushed me over the edge, and I threw my own arm over my face, biting down on my skin to keep from being heard as I came on my hand. I rode out the lingering spasms in silence, my hips bucking wantonly to the sound of their final climaxes.

“Whoa, steady there,” I heard a low warning as the sound of feet hitting the floor echoed in the otherwise empty restroom.

“Just a little shaky. How do I look?” the breathy woman asked.

“Like you just shagged a patron in the loo.” Arrogance replaced the gruff sexiness.

I found myself wanting to see the man on the other side of the stall, wishing it was me in there with him.

“Maybe you won’t be so bored at your lunch meeting now,” she said with a giggle.

“Well, I won’t be complaining about the wait staff’s attention to detail.”

Another giggle.

It was a waitress in here, screwing a businessman. A surge of envy roared through me, unexpected and overwhelming. Why couldn’t I be that open and willing? Why was I the one afraid to get undressed in front of a stranger? Why was I the one pleasuring myself in muted silence to the sounds of other people’s orgasms?

“Let me sneak out first, and I will make sure you get that fresh bourbon you ordered,” the woman said. “Thanks for the shag, Mr. Byrd.”

My hand was still in my pants when she said his name and I barely bit back a cry of surprise. It had to be a coincidence. I hadn’t just sat here and got off on listening to the man I was expected to court screwing someone else. I withdrew my hand shakily as I made to button my pants. I’d wait for them to leave, slip quietly into the restaurant, and casually ask Mrs. Byrd if her son was here. But would that give me away? Surely, she would say something. There had to be plenty of people with that surname in London. I’d almost convinced myself as I heard the door open and close. I waited for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hello?” the man’s voice called, and I realized my error. The waitress was going out first, probably to avoid being spotted.

I stayed perfectly still, hoping he let it go, and waited, but there were no sounds of footsteps or opening doors. It worked.

“Once more unto the breach,” he muttered to what he must now believe an empty room. I held my breath, distracting myself by trying to place the quote. Just a few more seconds and he’d disappear into the busy restaurant and back to his business.

Footsteps echoed in the air, moving toward the exit, just as a chime broke the silence, alerting me to an incoming text. I scrambled to get my mobile out of my bag and silence it but the damage was done.

“I thought I heard someone.” There was a predatory edge to his voice now that made me want to be caught, followed by a low chuckle that made me shiver. “You could have joined us.”

I bit my lip and kept my eyes clenched shut, clutching my mobile like a life raft.

“I hope you enjoyed it, dirty girl,” he said before finally leaving me alone with my hammering heart and wet panties.

Chapter Ten

I was ravenous by the time I reached the table where Iris sat chatting with Mrs. Byrd and her daughter. The two had finished their shopping while I was trapped in the loo. They looked up at me as I joined them, and I did my best to act normally.

“There she is!” Iris said. “I ordered you your favorite. At least, according to your father. I hope you don’t mind. I know I made you wait to eat.”