by Amy Brent
“Sorry,” he cocked an eyebrow. “I just wanted to see the look on your face when I did in person.”
“Yeah, well, Freda saw it too,” I shot back, making like I was mad even though I was practically giddy with excitement. “I thought you said you wanted to be careful about this?”
“I do,” he assured me, sliding his eyes around the room. “But I like…pushing limits. If you know what I mean.”
“What, like the limits of how far we can go without getting caught?” I shot back, and he shrugged.
“Maybe.”
I stared at him for a moment, not quite sure how to respond to that.
“So,” I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. For once, I didn’t have to rush myself. We had the night, and I intended to make the most of this. “What are we doing here?”
“We don’t have much longer, right?” He cocked an eyebrow. I shook my head.
“Not much.”
“Well, there’s this…fantasy I’ve always had,” he traced his hand a little further up my leg, and I inhaled sharply. Fuck, that felt good.
“Yeah?” I breathed, prompting him to go on. When he spoke like this, it was like he was hypnotizing me. I wondered if he knew the effect he had on me. I wondered how many other women he’d held in his thrall like this before me, how many he would after.
“I’ve always loved this place,” he grinned. “And I’ve always wanted…well, not to have to wait till I get home afterwards to hook up, if you catch my drift.”
My eyes widened.
“You mean we…?”
“Here,” he nodded, that grin widening to something that looked almost dangerous. “I don’t mind if you want to wait till we’re done, but you look so good in that dress…”
He trailed off, and I realized that I could hear the blood rushing around my head. Fuck. I was so turned on by what he was suggesting I was having trouble thinking straight, having trouble working out if this wasn’t a really fucking bad idea. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t find it in me to care. I wanted this, and him, and right now.
“Now?” I breathed. He seemed to take a second to realize that I was saying yes.
“Seriously?” He raised his eyebrows.
“What, you think I didn’t have it in me?” I challenged him. Amusement flickered in his eyes.
“I guess I underestimated you,” he admitted. He moved his hand a little further up, so high now that he could almost trace the outline of my panties. I bit my lip.
“So how do we do this?”
He got to his feet.
“Disabled bathroom,” he nodded to the back of the restaurant. “Give it two minutes. The one on the right.”
And with that he left, walking away from me and leaving me sitting at that beautiful table, lit only by the candle that had been sitting between us. My heart was pumping hard, my skin preserving the feel of his hand perfectly, like he’d left an imprint. I counted the seconds down in my head, pretending to look around the place nonchalantly, even trying to look bored in his absence. I wasn’t sure who was watching my performance, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t want to get caught. Did I? A little part of me was thrilled at the thought, the way I had felt back in his office but to the nth degree.
Once I had finished counting down I made my way through to the bathroom where he was waiting for me. I walked slowly, taking my time, putting one foot in front of the other, feeling a little drunk already even though all I had done so far was look at the drinks menu. I took a deep breath when I reached the door, and slowly pushed it open. And there he was.
He pulled me inside at once and pushed the door shut behind me, locking it with one had and backing me up against it with the other. He ran his hand up my back and gripped my hair, closing his eyes as he pressed his face to my neck and inhaled deeply.
“Fuck, you look so good in that dress,” he growled directly into my ear. My knees grew weak. I could hardly handle this. I wanted to revel in this feeling all night long, this feeling of being desired so fully and so strongly, but I knew we had to hurry.
“Come on,” I hastened him along, feeling a little delirious with desire. He kissed me hard, catching me off my guard, and I grabbed for his shoulders so I didn’t slip to the floor there and then. His tongue was in my mouth and his hand was hiking up my dress and I was lifting myself out of my shoes, standing on my tiptoes so I could press myself against him. His cock was already hard. How long had he been thinking about this? How long had he been waiting? The thought of him, up in that office, imagining this, drew a groan from my mouth, but he covered it with a kiss once more to keep me quiet.
“Condom?” I gasped into his ear. He reached into his pocket and pulled one out.
“You sure about this?” He asked, and I nodded.
“Don’t give me time to second-guess this,” I begged him, pulling my panties down and hooking my leg around him. For a moment, I had this out-of-body experience, like I couldn’t believe this was actually me in the midst of this. Begging a guy to fuck me in the bathroom of this crazy-fancy restaurant. It didn’t make sense, the dissonance flickering in my brain as though it was short-circuiting for a moment. And then, I was back, the sound of his zipper snapping me back to reality. I was already wet. Those two minutes waiting, mind racing, had felt like an eternity and I was more than ready to feel him inside me.
I took the condom from him and tore it open, taking his cock and stroking it a couple of times and enjoying the way it made his jaw tense. Then, I rolled the condom on to him and pulled him towards me, so I could feel him pressing in against my hip. He groaned softly, running his nose up my neck.
“I can’t believe were doing this,” he murmured into my ear, and I smiled and closed my eyes and ran my hands up the expensive fabric of his blazer. He took his cock in his hand and placed it at my entrance, and before I knew it he was inside me, in public, the two of us completely uncaring about the dozens of people just beyond the door.
I clenched my teeth and tried to focus on the feeling, dragging my mind away from the urge to scream out in pleasure as he moved into me. His hands were on my hips, my waist, my breasts, pulling down the top of my dress so that he could expose me. I couldn’t breathe, my body arching and curving under his touch. More. More. More. He pinched my nipples, hard and rough, and then his hands travelled further south, finding my clit, massaging me oh-so-gently to contrast with the way he was fucking me right now. My jaw became slack, my mouth hanging open, and I grinded back against him as best I could. I had never felt this need before in my life. Who knew that this had been one of my kinks all this time and I hadn’t known a thing about it?
“I want to feel you come,” he breathed into my ear, always in control, even in a situation that was as out-of-control as this one had become. “What can I do to make you come, Nia?”
The sound of my name on his lips was a spell, an enchantment that stupefied me even more than I had already been. I couldn’t find the words to tell him that all he needed to do right now was keep going, not to stop, to press on and go deeper and keep his hand right where it was-
“Fuck…” I gasped, eyes bugging out so far I thought they might pop out of my head and roll straight down my cheeks. I clung to him, like he was the only thing keeping me pinned to the ground, as the orgasm crested and broke, shuddering through me like a wave. I couldn’t even pinpoint how the pleasure manifested itself in me, the specifics of the way my body was reacting right now kind of lost on me despite myself. I dropped my foot back into the pad of my heel and slumped against him, aware that his eyes were still sharply burning into mine, that he hadn’t taken his gaze off me for a second. I loved how much he loved this. Knowing how crazy with desire I was making him had been enough, more than enough, to push me over the edge just like that. And with that, in that moment, I realized that there may have been more going on here than I cared to think about.
“Ah…” He grunted as he thrust into me one last time, his cock twitching and his face contorting as he came
suddenly. I kissed him, a contrastingly chaste kiss when I considered what was going on between us right now. I could feel his blood pulsing through his skin, his body slowly drifting down to reality the same way mine had when I had finished. He slid out of me quickly, unrolled the condom, and disposed of it. As fast as I could, I dressed myself, checking in the mirror to see how my hair looked – a mess was the answer to that question but I didn’t care. It wasn’t like everyone out there hadn’t figured out what we’d been up to anyway. We just had to play it dead cool, what-us-no-never our way around the situation and hopefully we would make it out of there without getting the cops called on us for public indecency.
“Ready?” Nate asked, running his hand through his hair. Fuck, how did he look so effortlessly slick even after what we’d just done, where I looked as though I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards?
“Ready,” I nodded, my head spinning a little bit as I thought about stepping back out there, about facing the crowd who I was sure had gathered around the door once they figured out that we had snuck on in there together. He reached over and squeezed my hand lightly, and just like that all my worry and overthinking came to a halt in my head. It didn’t matter. None of it did. So what if we were caught? As long as I was here with him, I would be alright. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the restaurant once more.
Chapter Five
I met Nate back at the table, after he gave it a couple of minutes so no-one would get too suspicious. He had a big-ass shit-eating grin plastered all over his face, and I realized as he joined me that I did too.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” he remarked, glancing around furtively to make sure no-one was looking at us too hard.
“Me neither,” I shook my head, giggling a little as I spoke. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Guess I just bring it out in you, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow in my direction and I shrugged.
“Guess you do.”
Before we could say another word, the waiter appeared next to us.
“Have you guys decided what you want to eat yet?” He asked with a smile, and I blinked up at him for a moment trying to make sense of what he had just said. Somehow, I had forgotten that this was a restaurant and that we would be expected to actually buy something. Or would we? I glanced over at Nate – his fantasy hadn’t involved taking me out for dinner afterwards, and it would be sliding dangerously close to actual date territory. Now that his fantasy was fulfilled at last, wouldn’t he just want to be done with the night?
“No, give us a couple of minutes,” Nate replied, picking up the menu and peering down at it. I did the same.
“Oh, and a couple of glasses of the house white,” he added, and the waiter nodded and scurried away. I knew how he felt. Nate had this way about him, this way of speaking so authoritatively that sent a shiver down my spine no matter what the context was. Nate returned his gaze to me.
“What’s up?” He asked, a furrow appearing in his brow. I realized I was just sitting there, menu in hand, peering at him like I was expecting him to jump in and tell me what to do next. Which, you know, wouldn’t have been unwelcome.
“I just…” I trailed off, searching for the right way to say it. “I didn’t think you actually wanted to take me out to dinner, that’s all.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not wasting a reservation at this place,” he shot back a playful edge to his voice. “Unless you’ve got somewhere else you need to be?”
“No, I’m good,” I held my hands up. “Ive always wanted to come to this place.”
“Then make the most of it,” he nodded towards my menu. “I’m starving.”
“You did work up quite an appetite,” I giggled, and then lifted my menu high enough that I wouldn’t have to see his reaction. I knew I was acting like a teenager, like a kid, but there was something about being in his presence that just threw me straight into that mindset.
And so we had dinner together. I spent the whole time on edge, as though Patricia was going to leap out from around every corner to remind me that this was a bad idea and that I was tempting fate by letting him get as close as he already had. But fuck it. I was in it now, and I wasn’t about to walk away from dinner at the most exclusive place in the city just because of the company I was keeping.
And it was good company, too. I had spent most of my time with him so far…well, not so much in conversation, at least. But with him sat across the table from me, with nothing but the evening in front of us, I actually found myself…I actually liked him. He was funny, and not in that sharp, angry, sarcastic way that so many guys my age were. He would make these goofy, surreal little jokes now and then that had me exploding with laughter, to the point that we got a few disapproving looks from people sitting around us. We danced around the deeper questions – of where we’d grown up, of our friends, of our families – and instead talked about movies and music and books until I wasn’t sure there was a library in the world we hadn’t exhausted. The food was incredible but I truly barely noticed it. I was too hung up on him, this, how this felt. It was our first date. Our first real date. And I’d already put out.
When it came to a close, after dessert that he insisted on getting, I was so buzzed and excited that I couldn’t imagine just heading back to my place and going to sleep in my bed by myself. I wanted him to offer to take me back to his, to sweep me off my feet and share a cab home. I could imagine his hand on my leg in the back of the car, how good it would feel just casually resting there. As though it belonged. He touched the small of my back as he pulled my chair out so I could get up, and it sent this rush through my body that felt as though it was actively trying to pull me in close to him. I glanced up, but he wasn’t even looking in my direction, peering around the place with his brow a little furrowed like his mind was somewhere else entirely.
“This was really fun,” I murmured, and his head snapped back round in my direction. A smile crept over his face, and his eyes seemed to light up, as though he had forgotten what it was that had been bothering him in the first place.
“Yeah, it was,” he replied, and his eyes softened as he looked at me. I felt my heart pick up the pace in my chest, rattling at double-time as I saw his gaze travel down to my mouth. I knew what he was thinking. The same thing I was. But we had never so much as…not in front of anyone else, at least. We had never let it get that far and there was a reason for that. I stepped away from him. We needed to keep our shit together.
“I should get you a cab,” he nodded, pulling his gaze from mine. Just like that, the moment was gone, and as soon as it vanished I found that I was missing it. I wanted him to want me like that, to want me in a way that gave no damns about anyone else in this room. But I knew that we couldn’t. How would it look for my internship if it came out that I was hooking up with the boss?
We headed outside where it had started to rain slightly; I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing they were his instead. He stood next to me, scanning the street for a car to put me in, and I caught a couple of the women passing by us shoot him looks that made me proud to be seen with him. He had chosen me. Of all the women in this city, I was the one he had taken out, I was the one he had wanted the most.
He stepped forward and waved a cab down, and I felt my heart drop as I realized that I was going to have to go home without him. I couldn’t exactly ask to go back to his place. We had already been on a…would I call this a date? I don’t know if there was any other name for it. I didn’t know if I could think of anything that would sum this up better.
“I had a really good night tonight,” I blurted out, looking up at him, imploring him to look at me with the softness he had shown only a few moments before. I wanted to feel that again, not to guess at what it might have been like to be under his gaze in that way.
“Me too,” he flashed me a smile and I knew at once what he was referencing. My heart sank. No, but tonight had been more than that. Hadn’t it? Or had this just been a chance for him to
fulfil a fantasy that he had held on to for so long?
The car pulled over and I opened the door.
“You want me to cover the fare?” He asked, reaching into his wallet.
“No, I think you’ve done quite enough tonight,” I assured him. He leaned on the side of the car, hand planted on the rain-slicked metal. He was looking at me again, and as long as his eyes were on mine, I was paralyzed to the spot. And all at once, I was overcome by this rush and I knew what I had to do and before I could stop myself I was on my tiptoes and pressing my mouth against his in the middle of the street, not caring one little bit for who saw us or what they thought of us.
He didn’t react for a moment, and for a horrible second I was sure that I’d overstepped the line and that he was about to push me away and remind me everything that we had agreed upon when we had first started all this. But he didn’t. After that moment had passed, he slid a hand around my back, drawing me close to him. This kiss wasn’t going anywhere. It was the lean-in to something, the start of our foreplay. It was just a kiss for the sake of a kiss, a kiss to say goodbye after a night that we had spent in each other’s company. A kiss at the end of a date. A kiss.
He pulled back, seeming to regain his composure all at once. My mouth was still parted, his hand still on the small of my back, it felt as though it was burning through my dress and leaving an imprint on my skin for good.
“I should get going,” I muttered, looking away from him. He nodded, clearing his throat as though trying to make like that hadn’t happened.
