“No, I saw a really hotwaitress on my way here,” she quipped.

I pushed my fingers in and curled themupward, feeling for the right spot. Her thigh trembled against mycheek when I found it.

“Let me ask again,” Ibreathed, kissing the inside of her knee. “Is this forme?”

Her hips arched away from the wall.“It’s all for you.”

I worked my fingers over that spotinside her, rotating my thumb over her clit with slow, purposefulmovements.

“At least, for the weekend,”she specified.

“For the weekend,” I agreed.And I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward to tasteher.

She slapped her handagainst the wall above her head, then scrambled to grip the wireshelving unit again. Her hips rocked against my face, and shemoaned, far louder than anyone having secret oral in a supply roomshould be moaning.

I paused, lifted her foot, jerked herpanties completely off, and set her foot back on the floor so Icould stand.

“If you can’t be quiet, I’mgoing to have to gag you,” I warned, and pressed the lace againsther mouth. She opened wide.

Fuck.Me.

I pushed her panties intoher mouth and dropped to my knees, giving her calf a gentle nudgeso she’d resume our earlier position. Then I bent my head to heragain and made it my personal mission to render the makeshift gaguseless.

Her breath huffed loudly from her noseas I tongued her clit and worked my fingers inside her. I thoughtbriefly of what had happened the night before, the way she’dsquirted hard enough to run down her legs. It would take a lot toexplain why my shirt was all wet.

I would risk it.

Her pussy clenched around my fingers asmuffled cries fought through the panty gag, growing higher, moredesperate with every breath. I didn’t change a thing. Not the pace,not the speed, not the pressure. I kept up with the slow circlesover her G-spot and the lazy swirls of my tongue that I knew weregetting her closer, closer…

There.

She shouted through the gag, hipsbucking, and almost lost her balance. I held her firm against thewall and didn’t stop, no matter how loud she got. I kept it upuntil I was certain she’d had another hard climax, and she pushedme away.

Yanking the panties from her mouth,breathing hard, she said, “That’s enough. I’ll pass the fuck out ifyou keep going.”

“Glad to hear it.” I helpedher steady herself before I rose; I wished I could pull her againstme and claim her mouth, so she could taste me on it. But thatseemed too intimate, as absurd as it sounded.

She gestured at my fly. “ShouldI…”

“No.” I shook my head.“We’ve been missing together for long enough.”

“So what, you’re going tostay in here until your erection goes away, then slink back out?”she teased, stepping into her panties with a grimace. “They’rewet.”

“They were wet when you gothere.” I was more than a little proud of that. She’d known exactlywhat I’d summoned her for.

She gave me a push and an outragedgasp.

“What I’m going to do,” Icontinued, to answer her question, “is adjust this so it’s lessobvious, then walk out there and ask the nearest member of thekitchen staff for a cigarette with my chin still wet from yourpussy.”

Her tongue darted across her bottomlip.

“Now you get out there andplay perfect daughter. I’ll see you tonight.”

“For game night,” shereminded me.

Damn it. I’d forgotten that Scott hadinvited the wedding party to play games.

As she walked away, I mentally added,“invent time machine” to my to-do list. Because I wanted tofast-forward to what I had planned.