Page 153 of Handsome Devil
“In the ladies’ room.”
“Really? You want to do that to me in a dirty bar bathroom?”
“It’s a rather nice restaurant. I’m sure it’s not that dirty.”
I put my linen napkin on the table and he came to pull out my chair. “Give me two minutes,” I told him, over my shoulder. “And I’ll give you however many it takes.”
He said nothing, just drifted his finger down my back.
There were three ladies’ rooms down an elegant back hallway, each with its own locked door, the mechanism reading: VACANT. I slipped into the last one and turned the lock so it would read OCCUPIED.
The room was dimly lit with glowing wall sconces and smelled of lavender. Sure, there was a gleaming toilet in one corner, but there was also an antique chaise, flattering lighting, and Post Malone, “I Fall Apart,” was playing over the sound system. If they actuallydidn’twant people fucking in here, they were going about it all wrong.
I washed my hands, for whatever reason—nerves?—and adjusted my dress. Then there was a knock on the door. A soft knock, and his voice. “Devi.”
Little sparkles of nerves shot through me and swirled in my stomach.
I took a breath, then turned and opened the door to my billionaire husband, who was role-playing a college hockey player who was about to eat me out in a public restroom. He stepped in, shut the door behind himself and locked it.
I leaned back against the marble counter and projected only mild interest, like the boss billionairess I was pretending to be. I cocked one knee, casually letting the ruffled wrap of my dress fall open a bit.
Dane’s gaze trailed up my inner thigh.
“This is a waste of time, you realize,” I said, as he advanced, unbuttoning his suit jacket. He shucked it off as I swallowed, and hung it on the hook on the wall. “You probably can’t make me come right now anyway… I’m too distracted.”
He got down on his knees on the elegant rug in front of me, and I looked up at the red-and-gold damask wallpaper on the walls.
“Plus, I have this strict, no-public-bathrooms sex policy…”
He took hold of my hips and whipped me around. I grabbed hold of the counter. I was facing my reflection in the mirror, but shut my eyes.
One strong hand held my hip and the other went under my dress, smoothing right up my leg, taking the long, fluttery fabric with it. Up over the curve of my ass, where his fingers hooked into my panties and pulled.
A delicious shiver went up my back.
I sucked back a breath as Dane slid my panties down, all the way down. Then the hand that was still on my hip slid up my lower back and pressed. I bent forward a little, my eyes opening, and there I was, face-to-face with myself in the mirror. Both of his hands gathered up my dress and shoved it up to my lower back.
I was completely exposed to him.
I felt the warmth of his breath fan across my skin; my thigh, then my pussy. I shuddered, gripping the counter for stability. I felt a little wobbly in my high heels, and I never felt wobbly in heels.
“I really, really don’t think I can…”
His tongue met my pussy, very slowly.
Warm. Wet.
Everything.
Oh, Christ…
“I just… That thing you said about taking your time…?” I scratched out. “The server will expect us back sometime…”
I was trying to keep playing my role, the hard-to-please billionairess. It wasn’t working. Not if he could feel my body heating up, starting to quiver in his hands, while my pussy dripped on his tongue.
“We don’t want him to think we did a dine and dash. I need to pay the man…”
“I’ll do my best to hurry,” he muttered in a low, husky voice, then continued exactly as he was. Slow. Warm.
