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“I kind of need at least one of my hands if you want me to drink more,” I say.
“Sure,” he says, “but you’ll have to take off your panties.”
“What?” I cast a glance around us. “Here?”
Brock nods. Raising an eyebrow, he says, “I dare you.”
It’s a busy night at the restaurant, and there’s a bunch of people dining around us, but that means all the staff is busy. As for the diners, they’re absorbed in their own food and conversations to pay us any attention. The tablecloth is long enough to cover my legs.
“What do you say?” Brock asks, smiling. He’s obviously noticed me giving his little dare some serious consideration.
“Sure,” I say, shooting him a flirty smile. “Why not? You only live once, right?”
Brock’s eyes flash with excitement. “Exactly.”
Slowly, he lets go of my right hand, his gaze riveted on me. The lust in his eyes is so obvious I worry it’s going to give us away, but it also spurs me on.
I reach my hand under the table and thank my lucky stars I’m wearing the flared skirt instead of the pencil skirt tonight. My heart hammers as I hook my fingers under the waistband of my lace panties and pull them down to my knees. Once they’re there, I rub my legs together until they’re bunched up around one ankle.
“Done,” I declare.
“Really?” Brock’s smile widens into a grin. He’s holding my left hand tighter, looking like he’s about to bend me over the table and take me right here, right now.
“I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Give them to me. Your panties,” he demands.
Slipping off my shoe, I drag my foot up Brock’s leg, resting it on his chair between his knees. A deep sound comes from the back of Brock’s throat when he sees the panties wrapped around my ankle and takes them off.
The excitement of doing this in the middle of a busy restaurant makes my core clench. I can’t wait to get home and get Brock into bed.
Apparently, he can’t wait either. Because when I’m in the restroom, there’s a knock on the door. And when I inform whoever’s knocking that the restroom is occupied, I hear Brock’s voice.
“I know,” he says in a low, urgent voice. “I know you’re in there. Open up.”
“Brock?” I ask, turning off the tap.
“Yeah. Quick, open up,” he repeats. “Before someone comes.”
As soon as I crack the door open, Brock rushes in and shuts it behind him. He stares intensely into my eyes as he locks the door with a click.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, even though I know exactly why he’s here. My whole body is already reacting to his presence, my heart beating rapidly and my breaths growing deeper.
“We don’t have much time,” Brock says, ignoring my question.
He grabs my ass and lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him instinctively. I can feel him under his pants. He’s already hard.
Brock kisses me, hard, as he puts me down on the vanity, the cold marble penetrating through my skirt. He pulls back just enough to say, “I need you. Now.”
My hands are already working on his zipper. Electricity runs through my whole body, my need for him driving me forward despite how crazy this is.
“You’re wet,” Brock growls when his fingers find my slick, eager pussy.
“I need you too,” I whisper.
I guide Brock inside me, letting him fill me up with his thick cock—it’s already pulsing with desire for me. Wrapping my arms around him, tangling my fingers in his hair, I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning as Brock fucks me right there on the vanity—hard, fast, and desperate. His hands grab my ass, pulling me against him as he thrusts into me, again and again.
“Oh, Brock. Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Brock presses the pad of his finger against my clit, rubbing me furiously, making me explode around his cock. And then he lets go, pumping inside me one last time with a low grunt, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks.
Brock cleans himself up and slips out of the restroom, telling me to wait one minute before leaving, myself. “And we’ll do it again tonight, properly.”
I catch my breath and fix my makeup, grinning from ear to ear as I realize my whole face is flushed red.
Yes, Brock and I get along like a house on fire, and our bodies burn for each other too. It’s almost unbelievable how good we are together.
I don’t care what anybody thinks. Sure, it’s early days, but they say when you know, you know . . . right?
Maybe it’s the orgasm talking, or maybe it’s the wine, but if Brock comes to me with another proposal, ring or no ring, I’m saying yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Nina
Nina
I’m still smiling to myself the next day at just how naughty we were in that restaurant last night. I never thought sex in a public restroom could be sexy, but the sheer forbidden naughtiness of it has gotten me all riled up.
