Page 162 of How to Win the Girl

“What’s with you and bathrooms?” she asks as I run my hand down the fabric of her dress, fingers sliding up her bare thigh until I reach the waistband of her underwear. “First the f-fraternity house, now this?”

“It must be my new kink,” I tease.

“We can’t stay in here and fool around. We have to go out there; the server’s gonna wonder what we’re doing.”

“Uh-huh,” I mutter, not convinced, kissing the tender spot below her ear and making her shiver.

“Oh, I can guarantee you he knows exactly what we’re doing. And I can guarantee you he would do the same thing if he were in my position.”

The server is probably a student at the university, judging by the looks of them.

He’s about our age.

She has no further protests when my fingers cover her pussy, my finger doing a slow roll over her clit, round and around and around to make her wet.

Hot.

Wet.

Excited.

Thisis exciting, this sneaking into the bathroom to fool around has my entire body pumping with blood, most of it in the lower half of my body.

My palm skims over her ass, gripping it, fingers pressing into her skin. I want to press her against the wall, lift her, and—

Her hand moves from my shoulder and over my chest; down my rib cage, over my stomach. Her palm covers my rock-hard dick, pressing down on it. Feeling it.

Then her fingers search for the zipper of my jeans, trying to work the button of my fly.

My hand covers hers as she goes for my zipper.

“What are you doin’?” I mutter, pained. There is nothing I would love more than her hand on my hard cock, but that’s not why I’m in this stall with her.

This is about her, not me.

“I want to make you feel good,” she whispers. “Are you stopping me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” A more confused soul there never was. “I want to.”

“Want to do what?”

“I want…to…” She swallows, embarrassed. “Give you a. You know. A…”

“A blow job?” I supply, ’cause she can’t seem to get the words out.

Daisy nods.

“I thought I was on a sex ban,” I whisper back.

“A blowie isn’t sex.”

A blowie?

I chuckle as softly as I can because this bathroom is mostly tile and metal stalls so I don’t want my voice to echo.

“No, a blow job isn’t sex, but you have to admit it’s just as intimate.”

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