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“Yes, unfortunately, the three of us should be wrapping it up soon. Colin,” I looked to him a few seats down. “Remind me the time of our meeting with the marketing team tomorrow?”
“Eight in the morning, sir.”
“Oh, wow,” Irv muttered, removing the napkin from his lap to stand and say goodbye. “Well, we look forward to seeing you tomorrow at noon,” he said, shaking my hand before Robert got up to do the same.
Across the table, Turner practically fucking pouted.
“You shitting me, Hoult? You gonna let Uncle Rob and Grandpa Irv outlast you tonight?” he demanded incredulously. “At least let Sara stay. Girl just wants to party. Don’t you, Sara?”
I could tell from the way she flinched that he’d squeezed her knee under the table. My heart felt like a brick as it hammered in my chest, my eyes blazing on Turner as Sara rose from the table.
“No, Turner, I think I’d just like to sleep,” she said with an admirable calm. “Gentlemen.” She faced Irv and Robert with a tight but convincing enough smile. “I look forward to our final meeting tomorrow.”
“As do we, Ms. Hanna,” Irv said. “You have a good night now.”
“You as well.”
With that, the three of us left, pacing briskly and in unison out of the busy dining area. The room was big but the air still felt hot as I strode alongside Sara, both of us wordlessly aching to touch one another.
It wasn’t till we were out of the Roths’ eyesight that Sara’s eyes glimmered over at me, the corner of her lip between her teeth. I dropped my eyes to see her hand reaching cautiously for mine. Apparently, she couldn’t wait.
Apparently, neither could I.
Instead of taking her hand, I touched Sara’s back and led us in a sharp turn down the stairs toward the restrooms. She didn’t ask what we were doing. She didn’t so much as hesitate as side by side, we descended the stairs.
The moment we got down there, I pushed her up on the wall.
“I need you now,” I hissed, catching her jaw and holding it firm as I kissed her deeply.
Her energy immediately matched mine. With two hands gripping my belt, Sara yanked me tight against her body, eagerly parting her mouth for my tongue.
“Julian,” she gasped as I pushed us into the men’s bathroom. I had no way of knowing it was empty, but it was, and thank God for it, because I couldn’t wait another second to feel her. “You’re crazy,” she whispered breathlessly through the smile she pressed against my lips. Her giggle bounced off the marble of the empty room as I pulled her into a stall and locked us in. “Julian.” She moaned as I rubbed her palm against my fully hard cock. “You’re so fucking crazy.”
“You’re the only one who gets me like this.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“Pleased with yourself?” I smirked, licking a wet line up her neck. Her breasts trembled in my hands as she shuddered. “Are you happy that I have no control around you?” I murmured, cupping her in my palms and thumbing circles over her nipples till they pebbled tight. “You make me feel like I’m losing my fucking mind, Sara.”
“You do it worse to me,” she breathed. Her fingers moved quickly, undoing my belt as I kissed the straps off her shoulders and watched her dress tumble down to her waist. I dug my fingers into her hips as I kissed the round tops of her breasts, groaning as she freed my erection and stroked it in her soft hands.
My forearms crashed against the stall, caging her in as I braced myself. The head of my cock was throbbing as she rubbed it against her naked stomach and whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”
I had every intention of doing so. But just then, the doors swung open and we heard a gratingly familiar voice.
“Seriously, man. Fuck Hoult for leaving right after I ordered champagne.”
SARA
My mouth hung open for several seconds, my heart pounding in disbelief.
Topless in the men’s bathroom, Julian’s cock pulsing hot in my hands, I found myself suddenly standing two yards away from Turner and Carter Roth. Thank fucking God for the stall doors that reached all the way to the floor. They shielded Julian’s shoes and my heels as the Roth brothers pissed at the urinals.
They were like middle school girls. Even after they were done with their business, they stuck around to talk shit about none other than us.
“He’s just mad you might fuck his assistant before he does,” Carter laughed, washing his hands. My eyes locked on Julian’s, I saw the fire return behind them. It burned hotter as Turner chimed in with his usual bullshit.
“That dude’s got such a stick up his ass. If she worked for me, I’d be smashing every day at the office. I’d fuck her right in front of everyone. I wouldn’t care.”
