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I took a deep breath, and then I ran.
Like Cinderella racing out of the ball.
I passed tables and dodged servers. I bumped shoulders with people, apologizing when they shot me a glare. Finally, I found the restroom.
My heart hammered against my rib cage as I locked myself in one of the stalls. The steel wall felt cool against my scorching skin when I leaned my back against it.
I’d been turned on. I read graphic sex. I even watched porn on occasion. I’d had this man’s cock in my mouth, for Pete’s sake. I knew what it felt like towant. But I had never in my life felt this, this… burning need like I felt right now. It was all-consuming. My body felt as though it would explode without release. Everything tingled.Everything.
I hiked my leg up, propping one foot on the wall in front of me, wedging myself between the side walls of the bathroom stall. My dress fell open at the slit, exposing my skin, making the growing sensation even worse when the cool air touched my skin.
God.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, letting my need for release override my inhibitions. I was in a bathroom stall at an exclusive gala, for crying out loud. This man was already making me do things I never imagined, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Nothing about this was slow. There wouldn’t be any teasing or trailing my fingers over my flesh. A raw, desperate need raged inside of me, begging for relief.
With my eyes still closed, I pulled my panties to the side and ran a single finger over my slit. My pussy was swollen. Throbbing. And so, so wet.
I needed this.
I’d been needing this for days.
My whole body quivered when I rubbed a circle around my clit. I bit my lip, holding back a moan. And then I circled harder. Faster. Fuck. The metal wall groaned when I pressed my foot harder into it, balancing my weight as I rocked my hips against my hand.
Yes.
God, yes.
I was panting and rubbing and fucking myself into euphoria. The sensation built and built until my stomach tightened. Everything trembled. The familiar wave rushed over me, and tiny lights exploded behind my eyelids. And then my whole body went lax.
The sound of my pulse throbbed in my ears as I opened my eyes and prayed I was alone. I dropped my leg and listened to the sound of my labored breaths.
Exhale slowly.
Slowly.
Slowly.
I should have felt guilty, but all I felt was relief.
I should have wiped myself clean before fixing my panties and straightening my dress, but something carnal in me wanted to leave it there.
I should have been embarrassed as I opened the door to the stall and peeked to see if anyone else was here.
It wasn’t until I walked out of the bathroom and found Chandler leaning against the wall that the realization of what I’d just done slammed into me.
He pushed off the wall, closing the space between us, and grabbed my wrist. I held my breath as he brought my hand to his face, my fingers just under his nose, and inhaled a deep breath.
Suddenly, I felt raw, stripped naked and on display.
His lips quirked. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night.” He dropped my hand. “Time to go home, Little Rebel.”
Little Rebel.
NotPrincess.
All this time, I’d been wanting him to define me by something other than my last name. I wanted to be seductive and exciting like the other women he knew.
He said he wanted to ruin me.
I wanted that, too.
