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“Tacos, yes I know, little bird. But we’ll get to that in a bit,” he finishes for me, and it’s only now that I realize we aren’t anywhere near the bar, but he’s leading me up the stairs past the sign that clearly saysNo Permittance.

Chapter 21

I blink, turning to look back at the floor as it disappears to the curved stairs taking its place. “But what are we doing, then?”

“We’re going to the bathroom.”

“We’re?”

“Yes,” he says simply while my brain tries to short circuit.

“But you said we were getting a drink—”

“In order to get you alone, yes.”

Ben pulls me through the door of the family restroom, the lock clicking into place as he shuts it behind us. Suddenly, my back is pressed against the door, the cool metal on my shoulders shocking my lips apart with a gasp.

“Because when I said I wanted a drink, I meant you.”

“Really?” I ask, because I can barely comprehend that we’re still in public, even if we’re behind a locked door. “You’re starting to make me think you’re an exhibitionist.”

His laugh blows across the skin of my neck and collarbone as he leans down. His lips ghost over my skin in a fleeting sweep, never quite touching even with the little flicks of his tongue. His teeth graze my earlobe, and I arch up into the press of his palms as they curve around my waist.

“This is barely on the scale,” he teases. “If I really wanted to play with you in public, then I’d take you to a kink club.”

His hands drift down the front of my dress as he shifts a knee between my thighs, raising the skirt until it’s not pulling so tight across my hips. Then he shifts, pushing up against the apex of my thighs and I nearly screech, pushing at his chest and lifting onto my tiptoes.

“I’m not wearing panties, Ben,” I pant as his fingers run up the sides of my thighs, lips at my neck and ear, finally pressing into my skin that is suddenly so sensitive to his touch.

“Hmmm,” he hums in my ear, the sound vibrating all the way to my clit as my brain circles around all the reasons why I should stop him right now. “Are you wet right now? Afraid you’re going to grind your needy little cunt over my thigh until my pants are fucking soaked?”

“Yes,” I groan as he applies pressure, and my hips stutter in a jerky roll. “Stop, stop, stop—” I push harder at his chest as his teeth clamp down on my ear, tugging. Desire races down my spine, curling in my center where my pussy gives a desperate flutter.

His hand slides up to curve over my throat, fingers flexing just tight enough for a thrill to spark through my veins. It’s too much and not enough with all these sensations rising to the surface. He presses me back against the wall, holding me in place as he leans away to drink in the way my chest is heaving as I claw at his jacket to bring him closer.

“It doesn’t seem like you want me to stop at all.” He raises a cheeky eyebrow, and my own pinch together in frustration. “Tell me what you really what, Emmeline. For me to fuck you or for me to fix your dress and walk us back downstairs.”

“The first.”

“Say it,” he breathes, making me jump further into his hands at my neck and hip. “Tell me exactly what you want from me, orwe’ll go back downstairs and your throbbing pussy can wait even longer.”

“I just—” The words stall in my throat, and my chest gets tight for other reasons altogether. “Why?” I ask, because I’m a glutton for punishment. “Why now—why here?”

“Because you’re my sugar baby,” Ben murmurs so quietly, I can barely hear him over the pound of blood in my ears. His fingers flex on my throat, applying more pressure, and the cloudy thoughts swirling in my brain settle in perpetuity. “And I need you to show me you’re mine.”

As much as I was afraid of him reading between my lines, his are underlined, bolded, and highlighted just for me.

My eyelashes flutter, lips parting to lick over the clear gloss on top of my lip color because I can’t help myself.

“I want you to bend me over the sink and fuck me.”

“Say please.”

“Please, Ben.” My hips rock against my will to the press of his thigh, and I’m thankful he’s at least wearing black and not a lighter color.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” He draws his mouth against mine, barely touching, a kiss that leaves me wanting. I suck in a lungful of the air he breathes into mouth.

His hand loosens from my throat, gliding down my chest to brush over my breasts. Even the light touch is enough to have me arching up, nipples hard and aching beneath the stiff fabric of the bodice.

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