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I can barely breathe, my chest heaving as I struggle to maintain control. The air between us crackles with electricity, so intense it’s almost tangible. “I need you,” I breathe, unable to stop myself from begging for something we can’t do here. “Please.”

His jaw clenches, eyes darkening. “What are you asking me to do?”

I swallow hard. “Anything. Everything.”

He growls softly, and the tension is broken when our entrées arrive. Even so, that dark glint remains in his eyes. We eat our food, but as soon as we’ve both finished, Remy stands. He walks over to my side and leans down. “Meet me in the restroom in two minutes,” he whispers in my ear, his voice husky before disappearing.

My heart hammers against my rib cage as I stand up, leaving our half-finished champagne behind. I’m not sure what will happen next, but as I push open the restroom door, I know it will be unforgettable.

I step inside, taking in the stark contrast between the bustling restaurant outside and the tranquility of the restroom. The tiled walls echo with silence, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning. Moments later, the door creaks open, and Remy strides in with a predatory glint in his eyes. He swiftly locks the door behind him, and he’s on me in an instant.

His hands are everywhere— exploring, caressing, claiming. His mouth presses against mine in a heated kiss that leaves me breathless, his tongue exploring with an urgency that matches the throbbing between my legs.

He slides his fingers into my panties and pulls out the device which has been torturing me all evening. “I think you’ve had enough of this,” he murmurs into my ear, his voice a delicious rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “You need my cock, don’t you?”

I swallow hard. “Yes, Daddy.”

He lifts me effortlessly, setting me down on the counter, stepping between my legs, his fingers working quickly to unfasten his trousers. My core throbs as he releases his huge cock, hard and dripping with precum.

“I thought you said I had to wait. What happened to edg—”

He wraps his hand around my throat. “I can’t wait to have you. Watching you across the table and begging me to fuck you.” He bites on my bottom lip. “It’s torture.” And then he slams into me through the hole in my crotchless panties, filling me with his size. With every thrust, he drives me closer to the edge, the restroom echoing with our heavy breaths and moans.

His thrusts become erratic and forceful. The sound of our bodies colliding echoes in the room. “You like that, don’t you?” he growls, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “You like being fucked hard in this restroom while everyone outside has no idea?”

I moan in response, knowing I’ve never been so turned on.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re so fucking wet for me, angel. I love how you’re clenching around me, your pussy squeezing my cock so tight. You were made for this, made for me to fuck.”

“Oh God, yes,” I moan, arching my back as he sinks deeper. “Please.”

He stops, making me whimper. “Please, what? I need to hear you say it.”

“Please make me come,” I beg.

He releases a low, satisfied growl, his grip on my hips tightening as he complies, driving into me with an intensity that threatens to shatter me.

A flood of pleasure crashes over me, making my body convulse around him as I come undone. “Remy!” I cry out, my voice echoing off the restroom walls. His name is a prayer, a plea, a proclamation. My fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging onto him like he’s the only solid thing in the world.

His pace quickens, his breath ragged and hot against my ear. “Fuck, Ella, so damn perfect,” he grunts. I feel his cock swell, each stroke sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he comes, buried deep inside me. His grip on my hips is bruising, a testament to the intensity of his climax. His forehead drops to my shoulder, his hot breath fanning over my skin as we ride out our orgasms together.

The world outside the restroom door continues, oblivious, while within these four walls, we’ve created a universe of our own.

30

REMY

“I’m surprised you’re here tonight, Dad.” Leo looks at me over the rim of his whiskey glass.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “You haven’t been here since you married Erin.”

It’s true. This is the first time I’ve been to Secret Obsession, mainly because I’ve been obsessed with my secret. Ella. However, I needed somewhere to kill time tonight until Ella went to bed. She believes I’m out of town tonight on business in New York. I’m here in Chicago, planning to act out her roleplaying fantasy.

She’s been on tenterhooks since we discussed it, desperate for me to do it already. And tonight, I intend to.

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