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I tilt my head to the side, matching the lustful glee in his eyes.
“Who said I’m wearing any?”
His jaw clenches as his gaze travels over my body. He finishes his drink.
“You’re making me feel very …” He clears his throat and adjusts his pants. “Inappropriate.”
I smile sweetly. “That was never my intention.”
He rolls his eyes. “Right.”
“I’ll be right back.” I wink at him before I graze my left breast against his shoulder. I saunter away. By the time I reach the bathroom. I’m flustered, and I take a minute to calm down. That boy does crazy things to me.
The door swings open and I gasp, seeing Harley stride inside, a confident smirk on his face.
“We can’t,” I instantly say.
“And yet you went into this cubicle,” he says, pointing at the unisex sign. “The only one on its own.”
I press my lips together. “Okay. You got me.”
Running his tongue across his teeth, he eyes the slit in my dress. My insides squirm underneath his gaze. He steps closer, his hands sliding over the smooth fabric and resting on my waist.
“Don’t ruin my hair,” I warn. “Or my makeup.”
“Those are going to be the last things on your mind in a minute.”
He puts pressure on my hips, turning me. I inhale sharply as he firmly bends me over and efficiently gathers my dress, pulling it out of the way. This has quickly become a little secret of ours. It’s scandalous and extremely addictive.
Harley’s hand disappears under the fabric, gripping my bare ass. He lets out a soft, throaty groan. His finger traces my entrance teasingly and I press myself into him, loving the feeling of his warm skin on the most sensitive part of my body. He sinks a finger into me and I moan softly.
“You’re going to have to be quiet, sweetheart.”
Closing my eyes, I nod.
Another finger enters and I gasp. His other hand travels up my stomach and grips my breast hard. I whimper softly as he fingers me slowly, ensuring I’m ready for him.
“I need you,” I whisper.
“Now?” He smirks.
“Now!” I demand.
His fingers are replaced by his thick erection and I groan as he pushes in deep, stretching me. His thrusts are strong and slow at first before he circles his hips and slams into me, hitting me at the exact angle I needed. I moan his name over and over as he thrusts.
Arching my back, I push to meet his thrusts and he makes a guttural groan at the feel of it.
“Touch yourself,” he murmurs.
My eyes pop open, meeting his. I’m immediately sucked into those blue eyes, breaking into chills. Swallowing, I move my hand to the front of me. He nods encouragingly and I bite my lip before pressing my finger onto my clit. It slips due to how wet I am, but I move it back to place and apply pressure. I push back into him, meeting his thrusts.
Every part of me is quivering and I bite down on my lip to stop myself crying out. My orgasm hits me like a wave and I let it crash over me. It takes all my self-control not to fall apart then. I push harder back into him and clamp my thighs together. His breath quickens and I watch intently as his eyes flutter closed. His lips part and his cheeks blossom a gorgeous red as he comes. He is so damn beautiful.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, slowly stilling behind me and leaning heavily forward. His breath blows wisps of my hair forward as he tries to catch his breath.
Feeling a little light-headed—possibly from the wine—but most certainly from him, I turn to face him. We kiss for a few seconds, and I feel the cold tang of his lip ring press against my lower lip. The kiss is sweet and warm and delicate. He places my face between his hands, holding me as though I’m made of glass. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into him.
“I don’t want to go back out there,” he whispers.
