Boyd and I sit across from each other at a fancy restaurant. This is our first real date and I couldn’t be more thrilled. The excitement of being out with him is radiating through my entire body. I can’t wait to tell Erin about our date. She called me and I filled her in on what’s been going on. As someone who has been through something similar, she’s elated for me.

“To us,” Boyd says, holding up his glass of wine and I clink my glass with his, unable to keep the smile from my face. “Grace, I should have never let you go that day at the office. I should have fought harder for you.”

“It’s okay,” I say, taking his hand across the table. “Honestly, until I learned how to let go of my guilt, it would have all been in vain, no matter how hard you fought. Guilt, I now know that I should never have had in the first place. Thank you for helping me see that.”

He kisses the top of my hand and I can’t help but smile.

“I love you, Grace,” Boyd says, squeezing my hand in his. “I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know it may be way too early to say that, but I know it’s true. You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I didn’t know I could have. So, thank you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, and lean across the table to kiss him. I sit back and look at him for a long moment, taking everything in.

“What?” He asks, with a smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What do you say we get out of here?” I ask, a wicked grin forming on my face.

“Our meal hasn’t even come yet,” Boyd says.

“I have a better meal in mind,” I say, winking at him.

At that, Boyd tosses his napkin on the table and gets up from his seat. He comes over and pulls my seat out for me. I take his hand and he leads me in the direction of the car, but I stop him before he gets to the door. He looks back at me in confusion.

“I didn’t say we had to leave the restaurant.”

“What are you…”

 

I take his hand and lead him towards the bathroom.

We enter the ladies’ bathroom and I push him into the handicap stall. I immediately start taking off his pants and tug them to the floor. He kisses me deeply and trails light kisses down my neck.

I run my hands along his shirt and rip it open, the buttons flying every which way. He bites his lip in anticipation and I tug his briefs down and am presented with that all too familiar cock, looking as beautiful as always.

“Grace, you do the most amazing things to me…” he says, unable to finish the sentence. He looks absolutely blissful, and I love it.

I hike my skirt up and tug my panties down to my ankles. Meanwhile he takes a condom from the pocket of his pants that are on the floor, and puts it on. Then he lifts up one of my legs, always athletic like, and enters me swiftly. He no longer has to worry about being gentle or cautious with me. He pounds his cock in and out of me for several minutes and I don’t bother to try and stifle my moans.

“Oh, my God, Boyd, you feel so amazing, mmmmm,” I groan as I cum.

In this moment, I don’t care if every single patron in this restaurant hears me. He grabs my ass, spanking it and saying, “You’re such a bad girl for me, I love it.”

“I thought I was your good girl,” I tell him, my ass cheek stinging from the red welt he left there.

“You are,” he says, moving his hand up to my nipple and twisting it while he kisses me. “You take my cock like my good girl. You let me do what I want to you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Boss,” I tell him, looking up into his eyes, and then we both laugh.

“I guess you’re not my boss any more,” I quickly correct myself.

“We can change that,” he says, thrusting in and out of me some more. “It doesn’t seem fair that all the other couples at work get to work with each other and we don’t.”

“Oh, you mean at Sugar Daddy Central?” I ask him.

“What?” he asks, laughing as his cock throbs inside my wet pussy. I love to hear his laugh while I can feel him inside me. “Who calls it that?”

“Everyone,” I tell him. “But Katie started it.”

“That Katie is a bad influence,” he says, grunting as his cock pulses inside me, giving off the familiar warning sign that he’s about to come.

“She sure is,” I joke.

He grabs my hips and pulls me closer, his cock swelling inside me, filling me all the way up. I wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders as I cum again myself.

He lets loose his entire load deep inside my pussy and I squeal in release as we orgasm together. Our breathing is very fast and labored. He smiles at me and kisses me deeply. I slide off  his cock and adjust my outfit.

“I can’t wait for more of that,” I say, with a satisfied smile.

“And without so much as a single guilty thought about it,” Boyd says, and I take his hands in mine.

“You got that right,” I tell him. I never believed in all the religious stuff but I was just trying to be respectful of Andrew and Colleen. When I realized nothing was as perfect with them as they pretended it was, I decided to find my own way and decide what I really believe in. While I’m not completely sure what that is, I know it isn’t fake hypocrisy. I’m ready to be my own person now, and to give in to what I want, which is being with Boyd.

We walk back out to the restaurant and find our table. If anyone working or eating here had heard us, they make no indication. We sit back down and our food arrives a few minutes later.

“Well, look at you smiling like an angel while you’re served steak,” Boyd says, teasing me.

“I am an angel,” I tell him, winking innocently.

“That you are,” he says. “My little Christmas angel, who turns into a devil when she takes me to the ladies’ room.”