Page 44 of Kiss and Make Love

Finally.

Outside the door, patrons ate their filet mignon and Caesar salads, unaware a woman in the washroom just got fucked six ways from Sunday. Well, mostly unaware. I knew my scream probably drew attention from people sitting closest to the back of the restaurant.

Good. Let them hear.

Someone hammered on the other side of the door. “What’s going on in there?” a croaky voice yelled. “Get out or I’m getting the manager!” More pounding. All he had to do was try the door handle, and he would’ve come face-to-face with us. We never locked the door. Oops.

“He sounds pissed,” I snickered, turning to rest my forehead against his and rearranging my dress.

“Because he’s not getting any action tonight,” he laughed, doing up his pants. “Come on, let’s throw some cash onthe table and leave before they kick us out.”

“I don’t think we’ll be allowed back.”

“Unless they don’t know it was us,” James replied, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

He grabbed my hand and flung open the bathroom door. A short, stocky, bald man was waiting with his arms crossed. There may as well have been steam pouring out from his ears for how red his face was. He looked up at James. And up. And up. Until they made eye contact. The fire in the man’s eyes dulled, but he didn’t back down.

The corner of James’ mouth ticked up. “Can I help you?”

“Wipe that smirk off your face,” the angry little man spit.

Fat chance that was going to happen.

“I don’t think I will,” James countered.

“I’m trying to have an enjoyable meal with my missus, and all we can hear is you two doing what you’re doing in there!” he snapped.

“And what were we doing?” James leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, still holding my hand.

Angry Bald Man opened his mouth to answer, but only sputtering starts of words came out. He took a second to compose himself. “You know what you were doing.”

“Oh, we certainly do.” James leaned in until he was inches from the man’s face. “I was buried so deep inside her pussy, I made her see stars.”

“Don’t talk like that! People can hear you. My wife can hear you, and she’s none too pleased!” the man bellowed, turning the deepest shade of red I’d ever seen.

Who knew humans could look like beets?

“Maybe if you talked more like that in your marital bedroom, your wife would be pleased where it counts.” James slipped the vibrator’s remote control into the man’s shirt pocket. “The matching vibrator’s in there,” he motioned backward with his head. “Wash it, maybe try it out with your lady. It’s all yours.” He pushed past the fuming man and pulled me with him.

James threw several bills on the table, leaving a healthy tip, and we snuck out the side door into the cool night air. I could hear the man yelling, “Manager! Manager!” as the door closed behind us.

My heart pounded in my chest, and the grin on my face was so big, I don’t know how it didn’t stretch right off my face.

“We fucked in the bathroom,” I said.

“Yes, we did,” James chuckled.

“And we got caught.” I wiggled my eyebrows.

He wrapped me in his arms and kissed the top of my head. “Don’t worry, I’ll call and pay for the man and his wife’s meal. We don’t want him directing his fury to the wait staff.”

“Can we do that in every restaurant in the city?” I asked, still riding the high from being caught. James’ cum dripped down my thighs, and I reveled in the sensation.

“Name the time and place, baby, and I’ll take you there.”

I nuzzled into his chest. “You mean it?”

“Layla, I’ll take you anywhere.”

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