Page 3 of Irresistibly Risky

I grin, dragging my hands to her back and pressing her into me. Her soft tits squish against my chest, the scent of her perfume hitting me on my next inhale. I want to touch this woman. I want to see what she looks like when I make her come. I want to strip her down and take in every inch of her pale skin.

I hold her against me, swaying us ever so gently to the beat that filters in through the door. “Playing guitar.” I smirk since I was the backup guitarist for Central Square. “Now you.”

“Elizabethan English.” She feigns a shudder. “I sucked at Shakespeare. I’m a math and science nerd. Let’s switch this up. What are you good at?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol or the muscle relaxants, or maybe it’s the way she asks—with layers of innuendo barely veiled beneath the surface—that has me pulling out all the stops and blowing past pretenses. “Making women come. Hard.”

She shudders against me, and I feel her body move in on mine, her hip now rubbing my lower abdomen. I don’t know what’s happening, and I don’t care. She’s easily the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and she clearly doesn’t know who I am. It only makes her, and this, hotter.

“That’s a pretty cocky statement.”

I raise an eyebrow at her choice of words. “I’d say so. Then again, I’m known for being cocky.”

She giggles, falling back against the counter and covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I’m in a bathroom in a club having this type of conversation and acting this way with a total stranger. And he just delivered a line like that.”

“Too cheesy?”

“So cheesy, but I started it. Still… this isn’t me.”

“Why?” I press as I pry her hands from her face, only to lace them with mine. “You said you wanted a bit of adventure. What’s more adventurous than meeting a random stranger in a bathroom and seeing where it takes you?”

She stares up at me, her pale eyes hooded, her cheeks flushing a stunning shade of rose. In my next breath, she’s on me. Her lips slam against mine, her body coming along for the ride and knocking me back a step with the shock of it. She stumbles forward in her towering heels, our momentum carrying us, until her feet tangle with mine, tripping us till we go tumbling. I smash into the wall, hitting my head and already sore back with a hard oomph that drags a laugh out of both of us.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” I question, the sudden movement making me dizzier than I was a few minutes ago.

She smiles up at me, her eyes a little glazed but wild and alive. So pretty that she robs the breath from my lungs. “Enough to have sex with a hot stranger in a bathroom.”

“Uh—”

Her hand slams over my mouth, literally cutting off my protest. “Shut up. Stop thinking, or I’ll start thinking, and that’s not what I want to do right now. I’ve never had random sex with anyone, and I want to—with you. It’s my birthday, and generally, I don’t like my birthday, but I’d love to change that. You told me you’re good at making women come hard. Prove it. Give me a night I’ll never forget.”

I stare into her eyes for a moment, at the way her dark pupils eclipse all the green, and then I knock her hand out of the way, cup her face, and kiss her. Hard. So hard it makes me groan because I haven’t kissed a woman in far too long, and her lips are like my own personal form of catnip. I can’t get enough of them.

My lips explore—playing, moving, sliding, nipping. That only manages to last a moment because I need to taste her. Her lips part with mine, and my tongue takes full advantage, diving in and finding hers.

She tastes sweet and fruity, like whatever she’s been drinking all night, and it sears yet another groan from the back of my throat. It’s a groan of desperation. A groan of frustration. Because here we are in an unlocked bathroom in a club, and any second, someone could walk in. I don’t have the luxury of time. I can’t undress her, I can’t lick every inch of her skin, and I can’t explore her body the way I’m dying to.

This has to be fast, which makes it dirty—and that’s hot, but not fully what I’m after with her. Maybe after this, I can convince her to come to my hotel for the rest of the night.

It’s with that thought in mind that I tear my mouth from hers and spin her around to face the mirror. Hazy, lust-drunk eyes reflect mine, and I watch them as my hand slides up the back of her thighs. Her skin is so soft, almost delicate against my palm as I drag the hem of her short, tight dress up and over her luscious ass.

Unable to stop it, my gaze snaps down, and I take her in from this position. “Sweet Jesus,” I murmur, almost absently, as I start caressing the globes of each cheek. “Your body…” I shake my head. “Every inch of you makes me hard.”

Only… well…

Shaking that off, I shift her thong to the side and slide two fingers inside her. She’s wet and warm and so goddamn tight. She moans, her back arching, as I start to pump my fingers in and out of her. I twist my wrist and my thumb finds her clit. I want to make her come. I want to make her come while I stare at her pretty face in the mirror. I want her to watch as I do that because it’s hot and only seems to add to the risky adventure of what we’re doing.

“Hurry,” she whines as if reading my thoughts. “Someone could walk in any second.”

I continue to play with her pussy even as I reach into my back pocket with my free hand, searching for my wallet. I flip it open and reluctantly pull my fingers from her, licking them clean so I can taste more of her and then fishing for a condom.

“We’re doing this fast, but that’s not what I want,” I tell her as I catch the condom wrapper in my teeth and unzip myself.

“It’s not?” she questions, and I shake my head, but I lose my train of thought as I pull my guy out and find him… inactive. Well, maybe that’s not the best way to describe him. He’s active. He’s just not fully active. Certainly not anywhere near my regular size and a wave of panic hits me and hits me hard.

I’ve never had this problem before.

I give him a few quick jerks, mentally egging him on. I keep rubbing her, touching her, using her wetness to coat my dick, and still, he’s half-mast.

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