“Trey,” I warn quietly. “Don’t.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t need this. You’re fucking soaked.” I can’t deny what he’s saying is true, but we can’t do this in the middle of a busy restaurant with our friends and colleagues sitting only feet away.
“I…shit,” I gasp as he slips his finger beneath the lace. “Trey,” I whimper.
When I look up, I find Lauren staring right at me, a small smile on her lips telling me she knows exactly what’s going on, but all she does is wink at me and turn away to give us some privacy, if that’s even possible right now.
Trey presses harder against my clit and I almost jump out of my chair.
“Did you get yourself off when you got home last night?” His low, rumbling voice does little to stop the pressure building between my legs.
“I might have.”
He groans in response and my chest puffs out a little, knowing how torturous this is for him. I know that if I were to reach out, I’d find him hard as steel beneath his trousers.
I bite down on my bottom lip as I recall exactly what that looks like.
“You’re imagining me naked, aren’t you?” My head snaps to him. How does he know that? “I can read every thought in your dirty mind right now, Miss Wilde.”
My mouth opens to respond, but his fingers circle my clit, edging me closer towards my release. Pushing lower, he circles my entrance with one finger before sliding it inside me as far as it’ll go with me sitting in this position. He ups the ante and pushes a second inside, and the sensation of being filled by him once again causes my orgasm to crash into me. I grip onto the edge of the table, my fingernails digging into the wood as I fight to keep my lips shut and not draw more attention to myself than I’m sure I already have.
The second my release subsides and I can instruct my legs to move, I get up and practically run for the toilets. I don’t dare look up for fear of what I’m going to see on everyone’s faces.
The door flies open as I slam into it, making it crash back against the wall. I race into one of the cubicles and lock myself inside.
Putting the toilet lid down, I fall onto it and drop my head into my hands.
What the fuck am I doing?
My heart pounds and my chest heaves as I try to get my breathing back under control. I can’t believe I just allowed him to do that. I’m such a fucking idiot. I told myself I’d stay away from him yet less than an hour at that table and he’s already completely consumed me. I swear there’s something seriously fucking wrong with me.
I’ve no idea how long I sit there chastising myself for my stupid behaviour, but eventually the door squeaks open and footsteps sound out. I expect to hear Lauren’s voice, but no one says anything.
Silence fills the air until water runs at the sinks. Footsteps sound out again before the door squeaks and, thinking I’m safe, I unlock my own door and walk out. I only make it two steps before the body leaning back against the sinks like he owns the fucking place makes my legs stop working.
“Thought I was going to have to come in and get you.”
“W-what are you doing?”
“Having my dessert.”
I don’t get the chance to respond, because he’s on me. His fingers slide into my hair and move my head to the perfect angle so his lips can crash down on mine and his tongue can plunge into my mouth.
A moan rumbles up my throat at feeling his hard body pressed up against mine. I’m powerless to do anything but submit to his demands and slide my hands around to cup his arse. The move brings us closer still, and his solid length presses into my stomach.
“This fucking dress,” he moans, running his finger down the front until he’s at my cleavage. Slipping the fabric aside, he pushes my bra down and sucks my puckered nipple into his mouth. A loud moan crawls up my throat and I shamelessly thrust my breasts towards him, needing more of his touch.
“Put your hands on the counter and stick your arse out.” Stumbling away from him on shaky legs, I do as instructed with no concern about where we are or who could walk in. The only thing on my mind is him and what he’s about to do.
The release he gave me at the table was just a tease of what’s to come. I knew that at the time. Men like Trey don’t settle for just that; they want it all.
The fabric of my skirt is flipped over my back, exposing my bare arse.
“Fuck,” Trey grunts, running his finger along with scrap of lace between my arse cheeks. “Even better than I remember.”
“Trey, please,” I beg. My pussy clenches around nothing as he rubs me over the fabric of my knickers. “Please.” I’m so fucking wet and ready for him that I should be embarrassed, but right now, as long as he slides his length into me, I don’t give a fuck. I need this. I’ve needed this since the moment I walked out of his flat last weekend.
It seems like forever, but eventually the sound of his belt and trousers being undone fills the room. Heat floods my core and I wait impatiently.
His growl of pleasure bounces off the walls around us as he slides into me. My muscles greedily pull him deeper, needing to remember what it felt like when I was full to the hilt with him.
“Yes,” he hisses when he’s as deep as he can go and nudging at my womb.
He slowly pulls out and it just about gives me the time I need to lock my arms and prepare for the thrust I know is coming. I’m right; he slams back into me, forcing me forward and into the marble surrounding the sink. His fingers dig into my hips as he helps hold me up, obviously aware that he was going to turn me into a rag doll in seconds.
He thrusts into me with punishing blows that hit the exact spot I need over and over. It’s only minutes before the tingles of my release start to hit.
“Fuck. Fuck your pussy, fuck,” he roars, his length swelling inside me before his hot cum fills me.
“Uh…”
“I really fucking needed that.”
Folding his large body over me, he places his lips to my neck and kisses as his breathing begins to slow.
What the actual fuck? My pussy is still convulsing and my clit pounding, waiting to find the release I crave.
His arms wrap around my waist, and I stand so my back is to his front. His cock slips out of me and I immediately feel lost, like I missing a part of who I am.
“Fuck, I don’t want to let you go.” The honesty in his words has me pulling away from him, even though in reality it’s the last thing I want to do. I might be frustrated to hell right now, but still, it would be so easy to fall for him, to grow attached, but that only leads to pain. I need to keep a clear head about this and remember what it is—a quick fling. He’ll soon be bored of me and move onto someone more interesting, more successful and with fewer skeletons hiding in her closet.
“That’s it?” I ask when he starts doing up his trousers.
“Yep. You got yours at the table. This was for me.”
“But—”
“If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you have another.”
I splutter in astonishment, but I can’t deny that I’m already planning just how to make that happen.
Turning my back to him, right my clothing and then wash my hands in cold water, hoping that it’ll help to cool my heated body. It doesn’t work; with his eyes burning into my back, there’s nothing that could cool me down.
“Erica?” Placing his hand on my forearm, I’m forced to look up at him. Concern flashes in his eyes but it’s gone in an instant, the solid and demanding demeanour I’m becoming used to slipping back into place.
“I need to get back.”
“That’s it? Not even a thank you?” There’s amusement in his tone, but I know it’s forced.
“Thanks for nothing. It shouldn't have happened, but…it did.”
When I get to the door and pull the handle I realise why we weren’t interrupted; he must have flicked the lock when he entered.
Chapter Eight
The second I appear around the corner, Lauren clocks me and elbows Ben
in the ribs, who immediately gets up and starts walking my way.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Of course.” His eyes narrow before they quickly scan my face. He doesn't believe a word of it, and I’m sure my appearance right now doesn't really help.
He nods before walking past me and towards the toilets right as Trey exits. I should be embarrassed, but something tells me that Ben already knew exactly what was going on just a few feet down the hall. I continue watching as he stops right in front of Trey, his arm against the wall as if he’s caging him in to ensure he listens to every word he’s about to say.
Rushing towards Lauren, I sit myself in Ben’s vacant seat. “What the hell is he doing?”
“What he’s good at.”
“And what’s that exactly?”
“Well, there are a few things,” she admits with a salacious look in her eyes, “but right now he’s just being protective.”
“He doesn't need to protect me.”
“Maybe not, but he wants to. Just let him do his thing.”
“Fine,” I mumble, although I’m anything but happy about him getting involved.
“Sooo…have fun in the toilets?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come off it, E. You were totally just fucking him in there.” Everyone around the table is suddenly silent, and my cheeks heat as every set of eyes finds me. Most are amused by Lauren’s announcement that came at just the perfect moment as the music dropped out, but none more so than Joe’s.
“Oh, just fuck off. Don’t even pretend you're not all jealous.”
“I’m so sorry,” Lauren whispers when everyone starts to return to their previous conversations, although some of them seem to be keeping an eye on me.
“It’s fine. They all think I’m a slut for sleeping with the boss, so I may as well play up to it.”
“They do not think that.”
I’m about to argue, but two shadows fall over the table. Looking up, I find Ben with his shoulders pulled tight with tension. He really is in full-on protective mode.
“I’m a big girl, I can look after myself,” I whisper in his ear once I’m on my feet.
“I know, but you shouldn’t have to.”
I give him a quick hug, because although I’m a little pissed that he felt the need to do whatever it was he just did, I do kinda like that he cares enough to look out for me.
He returns my hug, but my grip on him falters when I find Trey’s eyes over his shoulder. Ben might be my boss and one of my best and oldest friends, but his normally steel orbs are almost green with jealousy.
Releasing Ben, I head back over to my empty chair and he follows, although no words are exchanged between us.
The tension’s thick as we eat our desserts and pay the bill. Everyone keeps a close eye on both of us; I’m not sure what they’re expecting, for us to hop up on the table and fuck in the middle of a busy restaurant, or something?
“The Avenue?” Joe asks the group. Most agree, but a couple of the guys who have families decline in favour of heading home.
Standing to leave, Trey’s hand lands in the small of my back. His heat radiates through me, and I hate how much I love the feeling. My heart rate increases once again, knowing what those fingers are capable of.
We’re only just outside the restaurant when his phone starts ringing. Pulling it out of his pocket, he looks down at the screen and winces. “I’m sorry, I need to take this.”
* * *
“Where did lover boy go?” Joe asks me when I slide in next to him at the bar.
“He got a phone call and had to leave.” My frustration of knowing I’m not getting what I need anytime soon gets the better of me.
“Well, I guess he’s already got lucky, no need to hang around until the end of the night,” he quips.
“You’re a twat.”
“You’ve got it bad for him, haven’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t got anything for him.”
He opens his mouth to say more, but the look I pin him with has his hands rising in surrender. Instead of berating me about my little bathroom session at the restaurant, he slides a shot towards me, encouraging me to down it before taking my hand and leading me to the dancefloor. “Dance so we get some attention. I really need to get lucky tonight.” Yeah, you and me both.
I slide my hands up his chest and lock them around the back of his neck. Our hips move in time to the music, and it’s only a few minutes later when I notice both male and female eyes checking out Joe’s arse. He should be in for a good night.
“Toilet break?” Lauren shouts in my ear once Joe’s turned and started grinding with someone else, leaving me like a gooseberry with her and Ben.
“Yes.”
She gives Ben a kiss on the cheek before taking my hand and dragging me towards the ladies’. We each manage to find an empty cubicle to do our thing before meeting back up at the sinks.
“You okay?” she asks me in the mirror.
“Yeah, why?”
“What happened to Trey?”
“No idea. He had to go deal with something. No biggie.”
“Really?” Her eyebrow quirks up and she turns to me.
“Really. It’s not like we’re a couple or anything.”
“Hmm…”
“What?”
“I’m pretty sure he wants you to be.”
“No, I’m pretty sure he just wants the excitement of fucking me in the restaurant toilets.”
“I can't believe you did that,” she giggles, showing that she’s had a little too much to drink.
“Like you can say anything. You can’t tell me you and Ben haven’t done it anywhere you shouldn’t.” Her face flames bright red. If it weren’t for the two of them being my best friends and having to see them every day, I might ask for details, but in reality I really don’t need any kind of visual in my head, especially if it involved the office.
Thankfully, my phone buzzes in my bag and I pull it out, hoping to put an end to the conversation.
My brows pinch when I find a message from an unknown number. Curiosity gets the better of me and I swipe the screen to see what it is. Expecting it to be spam, my chin drops when I find an address staring back at me. It’s one I know very well, and although my body aches for more of him, I know I won’t be following his demands.
“Booty call?” Lauren asks innocently.
“Yeah, actually.”
Turning my phone, I allow her to read the address. “Wait. That address is—”
“I know. It’s fucking torture.” A wide smile splits her face before she starts laughing and drags me from the toilets, exclaiming that we need another drink. It’s something I can’t argue with.
While she shouts our order at the barman, I pull my phone back out and send a response.
If you think I take well to orders, you really don’t know me at all.
Feeling smug, I slide my phone back into my bag and take the drink Lauren hands me.
“What?” she asks, noticing my expression.
“Nothing, nothing. I just replied to my booty call.”
“I don’t want to know.”
My phone vibrates again. I want to ignore it so he doesn’t think I’m waiting for a reply when it comes up that it’s been read so quickly, but I’m too damn nosey not to see what he’s said.
Swiping the screen, I stare down at his words.
You followed orders perfectly well when you were in my bed.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself as heat rushes to my core. Of course, he’s right. I fucking loved following his orders.
The promise of what I could find at the address sitting on my phone has me ready and raring to go for the rest of our time in the club, but as much as I might want another roll around in his bed, the sensible thing to do is to stay as far away as possible. I’ve already screwed up twice tonight, I’ve already had my fill of mistakes, and I know going to him wo
uld surely be one.
“Why are you staring at the stairs so longingly?” Joe asks once we’ve stumbled our way to our floor.
“N-no reason.”
“What happened to the woman you were dancing with?”
“She went home with her boyfriend.”
“Oh. Ouch.”
“I think I’m destined to be celibate forever. Call it karma or some shit for all the lies I’ve told.”
“You think your lack of action is punishment for lying to Lauren?”
“It must be. I’m a total catch and never had any problems before.”
“Maybe it’s the arrogance that turns people off,” I suggest as he steps aside to allow me into the flat. I immediately reach down and pull my heels from my feet, dropping them to the floor, sighing with relief.
“Nah, doubt that. So how about it? You’re horny and drunk, and I’m desperate. Little bit of tickling, little bit of sucking, and we can both go to sleep satisfied?”
I stare at him, trying to figure out if he’s serious or not, but when all I get is a hopeful expression staring back at me, I bark out a laugh.
“Wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel special, Joe.”
“Oh, I can make you feel special all right. You remember how I did that thing—”
“Yeah, I remember, but I’m sorry. I’m not the girl for you tonight.” As much as I might need more than I’ve already had, hooking up with Joe is the last thing I should be doing right now. This is one decision I know I’m not going to screw up. “It’s just you and your right hand, big man.”
“Cock tease,” he jokes as he heads towards his room.
I do the same, and in only minutes I’m sliding between my cold covers. The alcohol flowing through my system mixes with the desire that’s been simmering for the past few hours, and before I know what I’m doing my fingers find their way into my knickers to try to relieve the pressure that’s built up to an intolerable level.
Not getting the results as quickly as I’d like, I reach over for my top drawer to pull out my little friend, but as I pull the drawer open my phone catches my eye. Feeling brazen, I grab it and hit call on the number that messaged me earlier. I put it on speaker as it rings, place it on my pillow and grab my vibrator. The phone rings loud into the room and my stomach drops with disappointment when it goes to voicemail…until an idea forms in my head.
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