Page 98 of David's Proposal

Completely forgetting where we are and what we’re doing, I push crying moans to my lips.

He slides his hand over my mouth and crushes my lips harshly while pumping into me until a puddle of warm seed forms between my legs.

He doesn’t stop until my moaning and shaking subside, and I collapse over the edge of the sink.

When we’re done, his grip slackens as he slowly pulls out of me.

Warm release trickles down my legs.

I’m too much basking in the afterglow to make an effort and push up.

The clink of his buckle alerts me to the fact that he fixes his fly while I’m still panting over the sink.My chest out, my panties down.

The knock on the door comes to me with the speed of a comet.

“Is anyone in here?” a female voice asks, and I zip up, concealing my breasts and tugging up at my panties to slide them up.

He helps me bring them to my hips before tilting his chin, signaling me to answer.

“Eve?” I say in a quivering voice. “Just a moment. I’ll be right out,” I say, turning on the water.

“What am I supposed to do now?” I shoot under my breath while pulling at my dress to roll it over my thighs.

“Lead her away from here. I’ll get out after you leave.”

“What if she wants to use the bathroom?”

He smiles.

“I’m sure there are other bathrooms in the house.”

He has his eyes locked with mine for a few long moments as if this is the time to stare into each other’s souls.

“You were great,” he says evenly as if saying I was great at math or something.

“So were you,” I push back before ensuring my dress sits right and checking myself in the mirror.

I turn off the water and gesture at him to pull to the side. He doesn’t need my suggestion as he picks up his jacket, slides it on, and moves to the door.

One last glance… I say to myself. The hair looks all right. My dress is in place.

Eve knocks on the door again, and I pull my eyes away from the mirror and head to the exit.

The door slides open before I walk outside. I close it behind me.

“You need the bathroom?” I ask, hoping she says no, ready to tell her it ran out of toilet paper.

“No, no. I was looking for you. Thea was looking for you.”

She curls her arm through mine and nudges me down the corridor.

“Actually, Terry was looking for you since no one had seen you.”

“Oh. Okay. Here I am. I think I ate too much ice cream.”

Laughing, she tilts her eyes to me.

“No. Anything but the ice cream. It must be something else.”

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