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One thing about me: when I need to go, I need to go. Part of the issue is that I don’t really notice the need to pee until I’m desperate. I blame a decade of bi-annual performances: three hours in elaborate costumes, with very little chance to pop by the toilet. I know how to hold it. And then, I don’t. One of the many reasons I don’t do well in social circumstances. Why are women’s loos always so freaking full?
I tap my foot relentlessly.
Fuck this.
I dip out of the endless line leading to the toilet, and skedaddle to the man’s bathroom, blissfully line free. It’s not my first time and it won’t be the last. I’m grateful no one’s pissing in the urinal; one guy’s washing his hands, but he only lifts a quizzical eyebrow before moving along.
The relief is palpable when I finally get to pee.
I don’t take long, then it’s my turn to wash my hands. I bet the line hasn’t moved one bit at the girls’. I don’t even know how we, as a gender, take that damn long on the loo.
I’m just about to leave, my hand on the knob, when the door swings open.
I suck in a sharp breath at the sight.
Dark hair.
Cold gray eyes.
And that mouth.
“You.”
Callum Noble seems to be taking up all the air from the room. Or maybe just from my lungs.
“Yes, me.”
I open my mouth, to justify my presence here, or I don’t know what, but then, his mouth is on mine, and he’s pushing me backward until my back hits the closest wall, next to the urinals. His mouth is demanding, and I don’t even think about the fact that we’re in the damn men’s bathroom, or the fact that this is Callum Noble, the man who literally bought me for him and his friends to use. All I know is that the way he kisses me should be illegal. Drugs are less addictive. I don’t even react when he lifts my leg, setting my foot down at the top of the porcelain, and brings his hand between my legs, using the access my denim skirt affords him.
Only when he puts my panties aside do I think to breathe, “Wait?—”
“No.” His mouth descends to my neck as two fingers curve right into my pussy.
Holy fuck.
I’ve touched myself since that night. Of course I have. Almosteverynight. But it’s never been like this. Currents of energy travel all the way from my core through the rest of my body as his hand moves in and out of me, my breath hitching as I fold against him.
“Callum!” I manage to whine. “Any—anyone could walk in!”
His mouth finds my ear. “And it makes you so wet, doesn’t it?”
I want to tell him he’s insane. Deluded. Not all of us are perverts like you! I could say. But I am drenched, and given the fact that his fingers are still fucking me, there’s no denying it. Besides, that’s far too many words. The last ones were hard enough to get out.
“I can guarantee that someone is going to come here before I’m done fucking you, love.” Callum smirks against my skin. “Do you want them to watch? Or should I let them line up behind me for a turn?”
I feel my walls tighten around his fingers and I tell myself it hadnothingto do with those filthy words. I don’t want…that. Definitely not. It’s one thing to let three guys have me to change my life, seize my chance, get half a million fucking euros, but I’m not turned on by the idea of letting some stranger fuck me in the damn toilet for the hell of it. Because I’m sane. And normal. And?—
The door opens.
“Holy shit!”
I don’t recognize either of the guys walking in, but they were in Callum’s crowd.
“Damn, Noble. Warn a man, would you?”
He glances over his shoulder and smirks. “What will it be, love? Are they watching or do you want all their cocks? Either way, you’ll be the center of attention, I promise.”
