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“That this,” he said, fingers playing idly, getting slick with my juices, “was for me.” “Say what?” I managed, though I knew what he wanted. His breath brushed up against my aching center and I stood transfixed, suspended on a razor’s edge of untapped pleasure. Even as I’d been waiting for it, I gasped when he touched me, his fingers grazing over my folds and lightly spreading them apart. I all but thrust my hips in his face as he brought his hand up my inner thigh.

“I’d just hope it wasn’t the only thing doing the blowing.”

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I shivered at the smooth, velvet timbre of his voice, my exposed skin puckering with goosebumps. “Fuck.” His voice was raspy as he spread his fingers over my bare hips, my mons exposed. I couldn’t help my smug grin as he discovered. Then he lowered to his knees, his hands leaving trails of heat down my waist and my thighs, until they found their way up under my skirt. By the time he’d finished ravishing my mouth I was breathless, my limbs loose, my fingers buried in his soft, thick hair. Our lips met over and over, tongues clashing and tangling in turn. He spun our bodies around until my back hit the door, then kissed me hard and deep, his mouth melding over mine, the warm, sweet taste of him stirring my body from between my legs to my toes. I popped open the top button of his shirt and drew circles on his chest with my finger. “Sometimes.” I pouted and worried my lip, looking up at him from under my lashes. His alarm gave way to bemused dismay, then a look that promised swift, sweet vengeance. I thought…my mistake.” He turned to leave but I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body flush against mine. “Oh.” A look of panic flashed across his face and he put up his hands. “What makes you think you were invited to come in here with me?” “Excuse me,” I said, swirling to face him.

His body came up hard and warm against my back as I reached the bathroom door, all but shoving me inside the unisex room.

My skin tingled at the nape of my neck, electrified by the feel of his eyes in pursuit.Īs I reached the top few steps I exaggerated the sway of my hips, making sure to reward him with a good view. He must have waited all but thirty seconds before falling on my trail, weaving through the happy hour crowd as I had just done, as if guided by my scent. The communication between us was less unspoken signal and more trigger and effect, all of our touch-and-go glances building in anticipation of this opportunity. He followed me up the stairs after I excused myself from the bar.