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“What?” Oxygen hits only the top of my lungs.
Everything around me peaks in intensity. The sounds—the hushed conversations around us, the clanking cutlery, the splash of water somewhere, clinking ice, even the suppressed sounds of traffic outside.
The colors—the bright room seems to dim around me, zooming all its light in on Dominic. The rest of it turns into a blur.
The aromas—tantalizing steak on the next table, fresh lemon in Dominic’s water, and his own scent of musk and pheromones. It all hits me as I consider his words. The promise and the threat. The expectation behind them.
“You heard me. Go now, Chils.” He growls.
A newborn fawn could walk with more grace than I do as I make my way to the bathroom. I’m not aware of anything around me, and hyper-aware of everything at the same time. It’s the strangest state of desire that propels me to action.
A woman washes her hands and smiles at me in the mirror. I pull out my lipstick and trace it over my lips, my heart jerking, probably trying to learn its function.
The bathroom is upscale—marble vanities lit with dim spotlights and a clean lavender smell reminiscent of an esthetician’s salon. The dark brown and gold decor gives the small space an intimate vibe.
The woman leaves, and before I can even check if there is anyone else in one of the three cubicles, Dominic barrels in, grabs my arm and pulls me with him into the middle stall.
He locks the door and, moving soundlessly, crooks his finger in the waistband of my jeans and tugs me to him. He unfastens the button, his heavy-lidded gaze eating me alive.
His breath—fresh lemon and carnal hunger—feathers across my face, but he doesn’t lean in to kiss me.
“Don’t move,” he mouths. He squats and yanks my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. I look down, my body shaking as he doesn’t move either.
He’s not touching me. The bastard is only breathing on my skin, but my body is experiencing a complete shutdown. And a revival.
My mouth is dry, my heart is pounding, my stomach is in a knot, my center is literally leaking and all my nerve endings vibrate with anticipation. I want to lean forward, drag him up and capture his lips before I set his cock free to fuck me.
But hisdon’t moveorder stops me from doing it. I agreed to relinquish control, and stopping myself from rushing into things is maddening in the most wonderful and frustrating way.
Dominic blows lightly between my legs. I gasp and my knees buckle, but he digs his large hands into my ass. I lean into it, using his strong arms as a sort of chair, because my legs are no longer working. And he hasn’t touched me yet.
“You’re such a good girl, Chils. Show me that beautiful wet pussy.” I shuffle to stand as wide as possible with my jeans binding my ankles.
Dominic takes off my left shoe and pulls my jeans off completely. He doesn’t bother with the other side and lifts my freed leg onto the toilet seat. This stall isn’t big enough, but somehow the mountain of a man fits, kneeling in front of me.
“You better hold on, baby,” he drawls and latches onto my clit with such vigor I yelp.
The door clicks and voices reach us. I freeze, but Dominic doesn’t seem impacted by the women who now chat at the vanity by the sounds of it.
I grasp Dominic’s hair, biting my lip and focusing all my consciousness—and by now I have little left—on staying silent while the heat spreads across my body, consuming me with a need so powerful I might just give up and scream. And not care as long as Dominic continues driving me toward this climax.
Luckily, the women leave before the orgasm hits me. On instinct, I pull away because the sensation is too much, but Dominic doesn’t let me escape. He digs his fingers into the flesh of my behind and continues feasting on me as if my juices were the fountain of life.
When he is finally done with me, I’m shaking so hard, I might need to stay here for a few hours before I can exit decently.
He stands up and kisses me, letting me taste myself. I freeze when the door opens and someone else comes in, but myboyfrienddoesn't care. He keeps devouring my lips while he pulls down his zipper.
Oh my God, I can’t imagine keeping quiet if he continues his assault, and his dark voice confirms he agrees with me. “On your knees, Chils.”
“Jesus,” someone says. Heels echo through the room and the door clicks again.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“You better hurry, sweetheart.” Dominic fists my hair and I sink to my knees.
I wrap my hand around his base and take my time, dragging my tongue over the underside of his hard shaft. I swirl it over his head, already sheathed with droplets of his arousal.
Dominic sucks in a sharp breath and I look up before taking him into my mouth. He is breathtakingly beautiful, staring at me with hooded eyes. He plasters his hands on the door behind me. I hollow my cheeks and take in as much of him as I can.
