**Please note: This is only a special bonus scene and not an excerpt from an upcoming book. Just something fun and sexy that came to mind while finishing book two. We even joked about me writing just such a scene in my Facebook reader group. So for those who were part of that conversation in The Swoon Room, here you go. You’re welcome.

I headed toward the back of the pub with five minutes to spare before the New Year’s countdown. It was enough that I had seen Elijah at Bent earlier in the night with his hands all over his friend—it would take me some time to view Kam as anything else. I was finally beginning to accept the idea that we were over and I had fucked up big-time. Regardless, I figured ending up at the straight bar where my friend bartended tonight would be the better option.

The noise of the crowd grew muffled as the television volume was raised for the ball drop. I pushed through the bathroom door and breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully it was empty, except for one tall guy in a suit, zipping up at the urinal. Earlier in the night I’d noticed him sitting at a table of men and women in business attire as if they’d just gotten off work. We’d briefly made eye contact, and it was difficult not to notice how fucking gorgeous he was—too bad he had a woman hanging on his every word.

I stepped up to the sink for something to do with my hands, and as I twisted the knob, he shifted over to the dryer against the opposite wall, but not before I noticed how he gave me the once-over. “Nobody to kiss at midnight?”

“Seems like you’re in the same boat,” I replied, glancing over my shoulder and noting his sexy smirk.

He shrugged. “Overrated.” As I shook the moisture from my hands and moved to the dryer, he headed toward the door. “Besides, I prefer fucking over kissing.”

The arrogance of the statement mixed with the deep timbre of his voice made a shiver race down my spine. The countdown began outside the door as our eyes met and held. His gaze was hot and possessive, and my cock instantly stirred to life.

When his hand shifted to open the door, I realized I’d probably read him wrong. Figures. I wrung my hands and looked away, my shoulders slumping. Suddenly I heard the loud click of the lock in the empty room, and before I could decipher the situation, I was forced against the wall, face-first, the stranger’s hand firm on my neck. My heart thundered as panic set in for a brief moment until his mouth dragged against my ear. “Pull yourself out.”

A thrill zinged through my body, as if touched by a live wire. Normally I relished being in control, but how the fuck could I possibly pass up this opportunity? It was so unexpected and might be just the thing to help start off the New Year with a bang. Pun intended.

My fingers worked swiftly to unbutton and force the zipper down on my jeans. As I pulled out my cock, I could hear him doing the same as his hip rested against the back of my thigh, effectively caging me in. It only added to the electric energy, and in another instant, his stiff and long shaft butted against the crease of my jeans. I moaned as I ground my forehead against the wall.

The stranger’s large hand swung around my hip and batted my fingers away from my waistband. His warm palm wrapped around my cock and stroked me from root to tip. My knees nearly buckled, it felt so damn good.

“You like that?” he growled in my ear as his thumb dragged across my slit, collecting the precome from the tip before he used the dampness on his fingers to stroke me into submission. I whimpered as he thrust his groin against my ass, seeking friction for his own stiff shaft. His hot mouth latched on to the back of my neck as my hand grabbed at the wall for leverage.

I moaned and drove my ass against him, completely lit up. I loved how his larger frame surrounded me on all sides. Normally I might panic in such a scenario, but tonight it was hitting all the right buttons. Some attractive, anonymous dude jacking me off as the shouts and singing could be heard outside the door was fucking hot.

“Ah, hell, that’s good,” I gasped as he stroked upward while simultaneously sucking on my neck. I probably should’ve protested because he was sure to leave a bruise, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Besides, it would be a marker of this night. Like a sexy brand.

His breaths grew heavier, and his chest rumbled in deep pleasure as he jerked sloppily against me. His hand stayed firm and tight on my cock even as he drew back and shuddered out his release. The sound was so sensual that my orgasm slammed through me at nearly the same time.

“Holy fuck.” My body grew limp as my come spilled over his hand and onto the floor. I shut my eyes and kept my head anchored against the wall as he released his grip and my shaft pulsed in response.

The quiet in the room grew deafening—the only sound our breaths and the muted noises of the crowd outside the door.

“You got a name?” I didn’t know why I said it out loud. It was only a fleeting thought through my mottled brain.

“Why the fuck does it matter?” he replied as the sound of his zipper cut through the echoing silence. “Not like I’ll ever see you again.”

“Dunno.” My cheeks flushed red, so I kept my head buried in my arm. “Maybe when I yank on my cock later, replaying this scene in my head, I can call you something.”

He didn’t respond. I heard him straightening his clothes and then pulling a few paper towels, which he forced into my hand. “Michael,” he mumbled against my ear.

And then he was gone.