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Whitney squirmed in her seat. Her face turned an alluring shade of crimson.
“And how exactly would you fuck me?” she asked, her voice strong, but barely more than a whisper.
Now it was my turn to shift in my seat, my pants getting tighter.
“First, I’d pull you into the restaurant bathroom and bring your lips to my mouth.”
She laughed. “You want to go make out in the bathroom?” She brushed her fingers through her hair. “I mean, it sounds nice, but also something we should have done behind the bleachers in high school.”
I slowly shook my head. “Those weren’t the lips I was talking about.”
She brought her hand down from her hair so that it clutched the table. Whitney lifted her brows.
“Is that so?” Her breathing sped up. “Then what would you do?”
I leaned in closer, lowering my voice, my gaze never wavering from hers. “Then I’d spread your legs wide, giving me full access to your body.”
Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. When she remained quiet, I continued. “I’d slowly kiss the top of your inner thigh, making my way closer and close to your core. Once I found your delicious center, I’d alternate between licking you like an ice cream cone and sucking that tight little nub of yours.”
Whitney’s breath hitched. Her face defiant. Challenging. Utterly beautiful. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Mischief shone in Whitney’s eyes, the likes of which I had never seen before.
Who was this Whitney Rose? I wanted to get to know her. All of her.
I turned to the back of the busy restaurant, scoping out the bathroom situation. I already knew there were two single occupant bathrooms, perfect for what we needed. Seeing no line, I refocused on Whitney.
“I’m going to go in first, you follow me thirty seconds later,” I commanded her in the voice I often used at the station.
Whitney flushed with desire.
Then I folded my napkin up and placed it neatly on the side of my plate before leaving Whitney at the table alone.
Blood rushed through me as I made my way to the bathroom, choosing the one furthest from the seating area, nearest the kitchen. The noise from the kitchen would help cover the noises I was about to illicit from Whitney.
A few seconds later a tentative knock sounded from the door. I opened it swiftly, pulling Whitney inside. But I didn’t let her go far. I backed her up to the door, my right hand immediately finding her waist, my left the back of her head, which I pulled toward me so our lips could meet.
She mewled as our tongues tangled, making me even more hard for her. I brought her hand to the front of my pants so she could feel the effect she was having on me. She gasped a little as I ground into her.
Then I stopped, pulling myself away, leaving my body feeling instantly cold from the lack of her heat.
She looked at me through her lowered lids. “What are you doing?”
I smirked. “Take off your panties.”
I watched as her lips pursed and her legs clenched together under the form fitting dress.
Without breaking our stare, she slowly put her hands under her red dress, sliding the tiny piece of black lace down her silky legs.
She tossed the scrap of lingerie at me, and they were soaked.
“I guess that answers my next question.”
She tilted her head. “Oh, and what was that?”
I gave her a rueful smile. “Are you ready for me?”
Then I went back to her, our hands on each other’s bodies. Her hands running through my hair as our lips met again, while my fingers trailed down her body until they found the hem of her skirt.
