was, but I think I’ve been stood up.”
Sam gasped. “Really? Who in their right mind would do such a
thing to an exquisite creature like you?”
Desiree’s legs parted involuntarily. “It’s a shame he stood
me up. I left my panties at home and everything.”
“No panties, huh?” A sly grin moved across Sam’s face as he
slid into the seat. “Maybe I can help you with that problem.”
“Trust me, it’s not a problem.”
“My bad. You have to forgive me. I’m the kind of man who’s
always trying to insert myself into a woman’s problem.”
Desiree tried to avoid giggling. “Apology not necessary.
Into a woman’s problem, huh? I might just need a hand fixing things.”
Sam didn’t hesitate. “I’ve been known to be quite handy.”
“Really? Gauging from your hands, you do look as if you might
be quite good with them.” She sipped her wine, letting the smooth liquid slide
over her tongue.
“If I remember correctly, this restaurant has really
exquisite restrooms.” He lowered his voice and leaned closer to her. “And I
hear the doors have locks.”
“Really? Maybe I do need to go and powder my nose.” She
paused. “Or get something shined.”
Sam looked on expectantly.
Desiree wet her lips and leaned in. “You know, normally if
I’m out with a girlfriend and one of us has to powder her nose, we both go. You
know, for safety.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh huh.” She stood. “So, I’m going to go now. It looks as
if things might be kind of precarious back there.” She motioned toward the
hallways. “If I’m not back in five minutes, it means I need some assistance.
You’re going to have to come help.” She didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead
she grabbed her small clutch purse and headed toward the back of the restaurant
in the direction of the bathrooms.
The bathroom was large and made for a single person. The
granite counters were clean and a long washbasin ran the length of one wall.
Vases of fresh flowers decorated it and there was a mixture of river rock and
ice in the sink. The tiled floors were immaculate and a chrome bench was pushed
against the far wall. Desiree smiled as she looked behind her at the door. Sam
had done his homework when he’d picked the place. There was indeed a lock on
the door.
She barely had time to reapply her lipstick before Sam came
through the door behind her. His eyes met hers and he reached behind him and
threw the tumbler on the door lock.
“I think that’s a fire hazard, sir,” Desiree said. “We won’t
be able to get out of here—”
“And no one else will be able to get in.” He walked toward
her. “The only fire in this building will be right here in this bathroom. And
you won’t be trying to escape it, either.”
Desiree let him embrace her. “Hmm. What if it’s too hot in
here for me to handle?”
“Well, then you can get out of the flame and back into the
pan.” He let out a deep, throaty chuckle. “But I somehow think you’ll be fine.”
Sam pulled Desiree back into him, burying his nose in her neck. He kissed her
gently, slowing edging them back until they were almost up against the wall. “Now,”
he said, “about your absence of underwear problem.”
They finally hit the wall and Sam pulled Desiree’s leg,
lifting it into the air. She moaned, breathing out words in-between pants. “Yes?
What of it?”
Sam didn’t wait for her to come up with an answer. Instead
he inserted his index finger into her as far as it would go, hooking it against
her walls. “I guess there really are no panties here.” He removed his hand and
lifted her other leg, letting her wrap them around his waist and backing her up
to the edge of the console table against the wall opposite the sink. “That is so
sexy.”
Their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Both Desiree and
Sam’s breathing became heavy. In one movement, Sam unzipped his pants. “I’m not
wearing any underwear, either.”
“I like commando,” Desire said. Her
Sam gasped. “Really? Who in their right mind would do such a
thing to an exquisite creature like you?”
Desiree’s legs parted involuntarily. “It’s a shame he stood
me up. I left my panties at home and everything.”
“No panties, huh?” A sly grin moved across Sam’s face as he
slid into the seat. “Maybe I can help you with that problem.”
“Trust me, it’s not a problem.”
“My bad. You have to forgive me. I’m the kind of man who’s
always trying to insert myself into a woman’s problem.”
Desiree tried to avoid giggling. “Apology not necessary.
Into a woman’s problem, huh? I might just need a hand fixing things.”
Sam didn’t hesitate. “I’ve been known to be quite handy.”
“Really? Gauging from your hands, you do look as if you might
be quite good with them.” She sipped her wine, letting the smooth liquid slide
over her tongue.
“If I remember correctly, this restaurant has really
exquisite restrooms.” He lowered his voice and leaned closer to her. “And I
hear the doors have locks.”
“Really? Maybe I do need to go and powder my nose.” She
paused. “Or get something shined.”
Sam looked on expectantly.
Desiree wet her lips and leaned in. “You know, normally if
I’m out with a girlfriend and one of us has to powder her nose, we both go. You
know, for safety.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh huh.” She stood. “So, I’m going to go now. It looks as
if things might be kind of precarious back there.” She motioned toward the
hallways. “If I’m not back in five minutes, it means I need some assistance.
You’re going to have to come help.” She didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead
she grabbed her small clutch purse and headed toward the back of the restaurant
in the direction of the bathrooms.
The bathroom was large and made for a single person. The
granite counters were clean and a long washbasin ran the length of one wall.
Vases of fresh flowers decorated it and there was a mixture of river rock and
ice in the sink. The tiled floors were immaculate and a chrome bench was pushed
against the far wall. Desiree smiled as she looked behind her at the door. Sam
had done his homework when he’d picked the place. There was indeed a lock on
the door.
She barely had time to reapply her lipstick before Sam came
through the door behind her. His eyes met hers and he reached behind him and
threw the tumbler on the door lock.
“I think that’s a fire hazard, sir,” Desiree said. “We won’t
be able to get out of here—”
“And no one else will be able to get in.” He walked toward
her. “The only fire in this building will be right here in this bathroom. And
you won’t be trying to escape it, either.”
Desiree let him embrace her. “Hmm. What if it’s too hot in
here for me to handle?”
“Well, then you can get out of the flame and back into the
pan.” He let out a deep, throaty chuckle. “But I somehow think you’ll be fine.”
Sam pulled Desiree back into him, burying his nose in her neck. He kissed her
gently, slowing edging them back until they were almost up against the wall. “Now,”
he said, “about your absence of underwear problem.”
They finally hit the wall and Sam pulled Desiree’s leg,
lifting it into the air. She moaned, breathing out words in-between pants. “Yes?
What of it?”
Sam didn’t wait for her to come up with an answer. Instead
he inserted his index finger into her as far as it would go, hooking it against
her walls. “I guess there really are no panties here.” He removed his hand and
lifted her other leg, letting her wrap them around his waist and backing her up
to the edge of the console table against the wall opposite the sink. “That is so
sexy.”
Their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Both Desiree and
Sam’s breathing became heavy. In one movement, Sam unzipped his pants. “I’m not
wearing any underwear, either.”
“I like commando,” Desire said. Her
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