more to
break the physical barrier with Lucca as I casually placed my hand on his leg.
This time he didn’t jump and his eyes drew up to meet mine. Bingo. All I had to
do was isolate him. Nothing would happen with Liam in our company and I didn’t
want to drag this night out any longer than necessary.
“Excuse me,” I said, “I need to use
the ladies room.” My eyes zeroed in on Lucca and I gave a slight wink. He
seemed to get the clue. I slid across the seat towards him as he clambered out
quickly, but not before I could graze my body against his. Winding my way
through the restaurant, I found the restrooms sequestered by the kitchen. It
was a long empty hallway that mimicked the claustrophobic design of the dining
room. On any other night the weak lighting would have been off putting, but for
this…it was perfect.
It would likely take a few minutes
before he mustered up the courage to follow me. He seemed like the nervous
type. I took out my phone and messaged Jill:
Nothing yet. Night is winding down.
Will call soon.
I noticed the hall was littered with
random pieces of art. Examining a cluster of Picasso-like canvases, I squinted
my eyes to get a better look. Shapes. And more shapes. I never really
understood the draw of Picasso. To the right, perched prominently at the very
end of the hallway was a ceiling to floor waterfall feature with speckled river
rock. This was definitely more my style. The water cascaded to the floor,
leaving small puddles before the sun-shaped drain absorbed them. Occasionally
the drain would be slow to drink its relentless load causing the liquid to pool
near the hallway tile. It was enthralling.
A hand reached around the front of
me, skirting its way along my waist. My eyes unfocused on the water that
continued to rain down in front of me and I sighed. His hand dipped below my
navel, easing into my panties while another reached around to cup my breast. A
heavy groan escaped my lips as I clasped the back of his neck. His fingers
probed between my thighs lovingly stroking my clit. It had suddenly become too
heated for a public scenario.
I attempted to stop him and offer to
exchange numbers but he grabbed my hair and steered me into the janitor’s
closet. Oh shit .
“Not here. Not like this,” I said in
a sultry tone.
“You act like you don’t want it,” Lucca
hissed as he pawed at my top. He stopped and I sensed him step away, “You do
want it…right?” No. I wasn’t supposed to at least. My profession didn’t leave
room for personal fun. His hands returned to my shirt, preparing to pull it
over my head as I ran my hand along his jaw. He had more stubble than I had
noticed but I enjoyed the rough sensation. Just as he slid a hand underneath my
top the closet door swung open. We pushed away from each other like two horny
teenagers. It hadn’t gotten that far and I was ashamed to think it might have
until the light cast upon our faces.
“Liam!” I gasped, the crowded space
filled with just enough light to distinguish his scar. The man who had opened
the closet door, a drunk no doubt, stumbled forward and smiled.
“Is this the loo?”
I exchanged looks with Liam who
pointed the man in the right direction before shutting the door again. Flipping
the light on, I hoped to deter the situation. Even under the fluorescent bath
he was beautiful. His hands rested on my hips, pinning me gently against the
door and I fought the urge to blurt out what was really on my mind.
“This was a mistake,” I stated,
trying to keep my tone flat and void of any emotion. The adrenaline was still
pulsing through me and it would have been nice to simply resume our rendezvous.
His thumb fluttered across a little bit of skin peeking out from my jeans and
the wild look in his eyes seemed to yearn for a reaction. He deserved
something, a moan or perhaps a kiss as he held me firm, but I had a job to finish.
“You enjoyed it,” he whispered,
brushing his cheek against my neck. The bristle of
break the physical barrier with Lucca as I casually placed my hand on his leg.
This time he didn’t jump and his eyes drew up to meet mine. Bingo. All I had to
do was isolate him. Nothing would happen with Liam in our company and I didn’t
want to drag this night out any longer than necessary.
“Excuse me,” I said, “I need to use
the ladies room.” My eyes zeroed in on Lucca and I gave a slight wink. He
seemed to get the clue. I slid across the seat towards him as he clambered out
quickly, but not before I could graze my body against his. Winding my way
through the restaurant, I found the restrooms sequestered by the kitchen. It
was a long empty hallway that mimicked the claustrophobic design of the dining
room. On any other night the weak lighting would have been off putting, but for
this…it was perfect.
It would likely take a few minutes
before he mustered up the courage to follow me. He seemed like the nervous
type. I took out my phone and messaged Jill:
Nothing yet. Night is winding down.
Will call soon.
I noticed the hall was littered with
random pieces of art. Examining a cluster of Picasso-like canvases, I squinted
my eyes to get a better look. Shapes. And more shapes. I never really
understood the draw of Picasso. To the right, perched prominently at the very
end of the hallway was a ceiling to floor waterfall feature with speckled river
rock. This was definitely more my style. The water cascaded to the floor,
leaving small puddles before the sun-shaped drain absorbed them. Occasionally
the drain would be slow to drink its relentless load causing the liquid to pool
near the hallway tile. It was enthralling.
A hand reached around the front of
me, skirting its way along my waist. My eyes unfocused on the water that
continued to rain down in front of me and I sighed. His hand dipped below my
navel, easing into my panties while another reached around to cup my breast. A
heavy groan escaped my lips as I clasped the back of his neck. His fingers
probed between my thighs lovingly stroking my clit. It had suddenly become too
heated for a public scenario.
I attempted to stop him and offer to
exchange numbers but he grabbed my hair and steered me into the janitor’s
closet. Oh shit .
“Not here. Not like this,” I said in
a sultry tone.
“You act like you don’t want it,” Lucca
hissed as he pawed at my top. He stopped and I sensed him step away, “You do
want it…right?” No. I wasn’t supposed to at least. My profession didn’t leave
room for personal fun. His hands returned to my shirt, preparing to pull it
over my head as I ran my hand along his jaw. He had more stubble than I had
noticed but I enjoyed the rough sensation. Just as he slid a hand underneath my
top the closet door swung open. We pushed away from each other like two horny
teenagers. It hadn’t gotten that far and I was ashamed to think it might have
until the light cast upon our faces.
“Liam!” I gasped, the crowded space
filled with just enough light to distinguish his scar. The man who had opened
the closet door, a drunk no doubt, stumbled forward and smiled.
“Is this the loo?”
I exchanged looks with Liam who
pointed the man in the right direction before shutting the door again. Flipping
the light on, I hoped to deter the situation. Even under the fluorescent bath
he was beautiful. His hands rested on my hips, pinning me gently against the
door and I fought the urge to blurt out what was really on my mind.
“This was a mistake,” I stated,
trying to keep my tone flat and void of any emotion. The adrenaline was still
pulsing through me and it would have been nice to simply resume our rendezvous.
His thumb fluttered across a little bit of skin peeking out from my jeans and
the wild look in his eyes seemed to yearn for a reaction. He deserved
something, a moan or perhaps a kiss as he held me firm, but I had a job to finish.
“You enjoyed it,” he whispered,
brushing his cheek against my neck. The bristle of
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