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"How many minutes do I have?"Fox asks, finishing his inspection.
"What?"I blink at him, confused.
He turns to me with a familiar, mischievous smirk."You heard me."
"Fox, really?Our moms are right out there," I protest, but he’s already closing the distance between us, his fingers hooking into my belt loops.
"I just need seven minutes," he murmurs, his lips hovering just above mine.His hand moves to rub me through my jeans again, and I shudder at the contact.
"Take off your pants,"
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Fox’svoiceislow,smooth, and commanding.I feel a shiver run down my spine as he stares at me, his hand continuing its maddening teasing against my jeans.
"Our moms are out there," I whisper again, though my voice lacks any conviction.
"Seven minutes," he repeats, his lips brushing the shell of my ear."That’s all I need, Cam."
I swallow hard, my breath uneven.I know I should protest, but the heat pooling in my stomach and the way Fox looks at me with those piercing blue eyes make it impossible to think straight.
"Fox, I—"
"Take.Off.Your.Pants," he interrupts, punctuating each word as his fingers slide to unbutton my jeans.
I bite my lip, my hands trembling as I reach for the button myself.Fox’s smirk deepens as he steps back slightly, giving me space.
"You’re insane," I mutter, but I unfasten my jeans anyway, letting them slide down my legs.
"Only for you," he says, his voice like velvet as he steps closer again.His hands grab my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel how hard he is through his pants.
"God, Cam," he breathes, leaning down to press his lips against mine.The kiss is desperate, all-consuming, and it sends my head spinning.His tongue slides into my mouth, and I moan softly, gripping his shirt to keep myself steady.
Fox's hand slides between us, cupping me through my boxers.My knees nearly buckle at his touch, but his other arm wraps around my waist, holding me upright.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," he whispers against my lips.
I whimper, my hands trailing up to his hair as I pull him closer.He presses me gently against the restroom wall, his lips leaving mine to kiss along my jawline, down my neck, and to the sensitive spot just above my collarbone.
"Fox," I moan softly, my fingers tightening in his hair.
"Shh, babe," he murmurs, trailing his hand lower until it dips beneath the waistband of my boxers.
My breath hitches as his hand wraps around me, stroking slowly.I bite down on my lip to keep from making any noise, but the sensation is overwhelming, and a soft groan escapes before I can stop it.
"That’s it," Fox says, his voice full of approval."Let me take care of you."
I’m already trembling, the tension building quickly.His thumb brushes over the tip, and I gasp, my head falling back against the wall.
"Fuck, Fox, I’m—"
The sound of the restroom door handle jiggling snaps us both out of the moment.
"Is someone in there?"a voice calls.
Fox steps back quickly, his hand leaving me, and I scramble to pull my jeans back up.My heart is pounding in my chest as we both work to compose ourselves.
