“Whoa, where are we going?”

Bethany didn’t answer. They slipped back into the workroom and veered towards the bathroom. Drake grinned.

The moment the door closed behind him, he took Bethany’s face in both his hands and plundered her mouth. A kiss filled with lust, hunger, longing that matched her own. They both fumbled with their clothes while continuing to steal as many kisses as their movements allowed. The toilet cover slammed shut. Drake sat down, his pants down his legs and his cock waving and twitching as he stroked it. Bethany’s sex clenched at the sight of him and heat flowed from her throbbing lips.

“Turn around,” Drake rasped.

She did as she was told. She hiked up her dress. He set her thong aside. Her eyes closed and she shivered as Drake’s hand grazed her hip down to her crack moving lower until she felt his fingers on her labia.

“Ohh…” Her eyes closed, her right hand gripped the sink, her left hand flat against the door. She spread her legs when Drake rubbed a rough finger pad on her clit. She arched her ass trying to find more friction. Drake gave it to her, inserting a finger inside her, then another and twisting them. She was officially soaked.

“Oh yes, baby.”

Then she froze when Drake widened her ass cheeks and started licking her pucker.

“Shit.” She closed her eyes, her breath stuttering. Her thighs burned but nothing compared to the surge of lust that zinged through her.

“I told you I’ve have your ass,” Drake mumbled between licks “but we’ll take it slow, okay, Bethany?”

Her head jerked in assent.

Drake continued to lick her while his fingers fucked her. Bethany moaned.

“So easily wet, Bee. Mmm…” He smacked his lips ratcheting Bethany’s desire. “You’ve got the best honey this side of the universe and I’m so fucking lucky it’s mine. All mine.”

“Drake…” she gasped. Pressure built in delicious proportions inside her sex, coiling and begging to be released.

“Sit on me, baby.” Drake breathed harshly. “Sit that sweet pussy on my cock. Let me feel it suck me.”

Bethany looked down. Drake had his cock in his hand and his other hand on her hip, waiting as she lowered herself. A moan of pleasure flowed out of her mouth. She looked over her shoulder and her belly pinged sweet electricity through her veins at the sight of Drake’s head thrown back, the corded muscles of his neck straining, his jaw tight and his eyes closed.

“Oh fuck, Bee.” He moved forward and the hand on her hip snaked to her front to find her clit.

“Holy shit.” The shots of electricity became bolts of lightning, her desire flaring inside her like the first shot out of a roman candle. She whimpered but bounced slowly, taking Drake inch by delicious inch inside her. She was stretched, full.

Loved.

She moved, up and down, taking Drake in slowly as her inner muscles became accustomed once more to Drake’s thickness and length. She began to undulate, front and back, her hips rocking and swaying. Her lips parted and her body heated. She wouldn’t be surprised if she burned and glowed, because her skin felt like it. Her nipples puckered inside her lace bra, her skin tingled everywhere. She was dancing to a primal beat in her head and heart as Drake now held her hips guiding her up and down his cock. This was better than good. She was lost in her dance where only Drake existed for her, possessed her, claimed her. His groans were sounds that fuelled her own whimpers, sounds that came unbidden from her throat. Pleasure rippled through her body and pelvis, her movements stoking her desire higher. Their lovemaking was joined by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

“Bethany, I need to fuck you hard.” Drake’s voice was choppy, needy.

“Do it,” she gasped.

Gripping her hips, Drake stood, still impaled inside her. Bethany gripped the sink hard and held on to the doorknob at the forward motion. She bent to her waist, ass arched, legs spread.

“No. Do the opposite.” Drake said, his breathing hard. “Close your legs and trap my cock inside you.”

Bethany looked behind at him, and her breath caught at the lust that darkened his eyes and burned its imprint on her soul. Her gaze raked down to his shirt and the flesh around his cock.

“Oh yes…” Drake hissed.

He withdrew, the surface of his cock deliciously dragging against her inner walls. When he thrust in again, he eased his thumb inside her rosette. She moaned.

“Are you okay?” Drake’s voice was tight with want. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Again.” she faced forward bracing herself for a beautiful fucking ride. Not once had she done this before and the pressure of Drake’s finger inside her raised up her desire to explore her darker side.

Drake obliged moving in and out of her. Bethany’s lips parted her focus on Drake’s cock and his thumb going deeper. She moaned again, her brow slightly pulling together at the unfamiliar sensation building inside her.

“Oh God…” It felt so good. She squeezed and Drake hissed, pounding her. Drake’s hips hit her ass cheeks, his balls slapping against her while his thumb continued to tease her hole. The tightness of keeping her legs together made her feel every part of Drake. She cried out when his other hand’s fingers slid between her slick lips and found her clit.

“Shhh…I don’t want anyone to hear you. Your fucking cries are mine alone. Ahh shit, Bee…Like that? Like what I’m doing to you?” He leaned against her back, his voice mesmerizing her and sending tingles up her spine all the way to her scalp. “I’m going to ram this pussy so hard, my cock will be the only one it will allow in. Soon I’ll tap this sweet ass.”

Bethany whimpered. She was so close. “Drake…I need more.”

Drake gripped her hips with both hands and pummelled faster and deeper. Was he getting thicker? But every time his cock head hit deeply, all thought scattered and beautiful exquisite sensations replaced it which she felt all the way to her toes.

“Oh fuck…” The sounds galloped around them. Bethany bit down on her bottom lip but the sounds from her throat still came out. A long moan struggled up her throat before parting her lips for air.

Then there it was. That sweet explosive ride flew over the edge of her consciousness and the tie around the coil of her orgasm broke. She clamped her teeth over her lips as she screamed. It was guttural and primal. Her inner muscles twitched and tightened around Drake. Drake leaned forward, his arm across her chest straightening her that his cock hit that place where she needed it most. Another scream came out of her but was drowned as Drake’s mouth descended on hers taking it into him before he jerked his hips against her thrice and his own harsh groan vibrated into her mouth.

Their mouths took the remnants of bliss as they descended from the pinnacle. Hearts thumping inside the small room now smelling of sex. Bethany’s heartbeat was a deep bass in her ears and a drum beat against her ribs. Sweat coated her skin. She felt Drake’s own heart against her back, his musk floating up between them joining her own and turning her on once more. She sighed as Drake withdrew, laughing softly when he nearly lost his balance and decided to sit on the toilet cover. Bethany’s legs trembled, her body still experiencing the aftershocks of their lovemaking. Drake tore some toilet paper and gently cleaned her. Bethany’s heart squeezed at the intimate gesture. She took the air freshener, giggling as she sprayed the room before she sluiced water on her face. She dried herself and fixed her ponytail.

“I’ll go ahead,” she said. Then she giggled. “You just go and rest a minute here.”

Drake’s chuckle was broken but sated. He sat back down with a thump. “I’ll be right out. Dammit, Bee. I like the way we come together.”

Pleasure warmed her cheeks. She leaned down for a kiss. “I like it too.”

Bethany opened the door slowly, relieved no one seemed to have noticed she and Drake had been missing. She didn’t know how long they had been in the washroom but it was one helluva quickie that would leave her sated for a few hours before she sought Drake again.

She walked around the workroom several times, fixing the flowers that didn’t need fixing so that the air could lick the sweat from her body. She also went to get the bottle of cologne from her bag. She couldn’t stop the goofy smile on her face nor the exhilaration and euphoria running through her bloodstream. Everything around her looked exquisite. Smelled beautiful. More colourful. As though the flowers applauded her for taking what she wanted. No one should suspect she’d just had a booty call that wasn’t a booty call, as Drake had told her.

But a call she didn’t mind giving.

She entered the showroom with a smile.

“Bettina.” Cinzia had the widest grin, her dark eyes filled with excitement. “I’m impressed! The Retreat catering for us?”

“It was a spur of the moment thing,” she said by way of answering. “The original caterers called to say they couldn’t make it. I didn’t know Felicity owned The Retreat but she offered to help us out of our predicament in exchange for us making the flower arrangements for the restaurant.”

“È fantastico!” Cinzia whispered a squeal. “We’ve got so much on the first day and I believe that’s a sign for how things will be from now on.”

“Right?” Bethany was giddy both from how the day was going and from her quickie with Drake in the restroom.

“Where were you?” Cinzia asked as she went to the table to get a glass of white wine. “I wanted to introduce you to some of the guests who wanted to see the other half of Expectation Blooms.”

Bethany’s chest heated, the warmth suffusing her cheeks. “I was inside the workroom then went to check on the rest of the greens.”

“Hmm...”

Someone called to Cinzia. Thank God Cinzia was too preoccupied with people coming in. Bethany had to stop thinking of Drake, her body’s buzz and focus on their guests. Her mouth curved to a warm and welcoming smile.

“Bethany.” Gracie called to her. “Luke and I have to go. We have to pick Flynn up from my mum’s.” She bussed Bethany’s cheek. “I’ll see you again soon.”

“Thanks for dropping by.” She enthused. She looked up at Luke whose eyes crinkled with warmth. “Luke.”

“I have to go too,” Lissie said giving one last lingering look at the table to make sure everything was okay. “It’s my turn to manage The Retreat.”

“Have you seen Drake?” Oliver popped a blini into his mouth. His eyes assessed Bethany not missing anything.

Bethany wished the floor swallowed her like right about now. She opened her mouth to speak...

“What are you guys in a huddle for? Somebody put a stink bomb in one of the floral arrangments?”

They turned towards the entrance where Drake excused himself from behind a couple who stood dead smack in the centre of the entrance.

Air left Bethany’s lungs at slow intervals. It was hard considering her heart was doing a very good reenactment of a long rally at Wimbledon. Drake must have gone out of the alley and rounded back. Her heart squeezed with gratitude at his thoughtfulness.

Drake was still looking after her. They were adults now but he was still there for her, caring for her, making sure she didn’t get into trouble.

If she wasn’t careful, she was going to give in to the love she had for Drake all over again.

Doubt and guilt made a last ditch effort to pull her down. She ignored the distant alarm bells. After what she’d been through, she deserved a second chance with the only man who had always been the centre of her universe. She was going to make it work. She still had secrets but vowed she’d tell Drake in increments.

She deserved this second chance to have her happy ever after.