Not wanting my friends to know that I'm about to get some ass—ass they told me wouldn't come back my way—I head over to a table in the back near the bathroom, pretending to be on my phone. Like I have some important shit to handle.

With an eagle eye on Demi, I watch as she rises from her seat, and walks by me, her finger sliding along my table as her eyes remain straight ahead on her destination. I glance over at our friends to make sure they don't suspect anything. I'm not in the mood to deal with their bullshit tonight. None of them are paying any attention to this end of the bar, so I follow her into the unisex bathroom, back to a stall on the far wall.

She steps in and I slide in after her, shutting and locking the door behind us.

“What—”

She grabs my shirt before I can finish, pulling me toward her and smashing her lips to mine. We both fight for dominance until I position her head exactly where I want it and delve my tongue into her mouth without an ounce of hesitation. The sugary taste of her cherry schnapps and 7 Up makes her taste even sweeter.

She reaches under my shirt, up and over my stomach, around to my back, holding me to her. Like I'd go anywhere right now. We’re breathing heavy when she pulls her mouth off of mine for a second. “I still hate you.”

I grab her face, cupping her cheeks with my palms and hold her out from me. The wetness from our kiss glistens on her lips.

“Hate fuck? I'm game.”

Her eyes smolder as her nails run down my back.

I cover her mouth with mine, not that she has any objections because her fingers are now resting on the button of my jeans.

I want to taste every inch of her. Is it all the same as I remember? My lips travel across her jaw, sucking her earlobe into my mouth. I’m still awed by the softness of her skin, especially with the tough exterior she portrays.

She unbuttons my jeans, sliding the zipper gingerly over my arousal and my back hits the stall door.

I am sooo ready for this.

She laughs, sliding her hand down my pants and under the waistband of my boxer briefs.

“Fuck,” I murmur, my breath turning ragged as I groan.

Her soft hand strokes me, her thumb running the pre-cum around my tip. Though I know from experience that she gives great hand jobs and blow jobs, it's her eyes watching me that have me growing harder than ice in my pants. It’s like she's looking for affirmation that she's doing something right, not knowing that one touch from her and I’m a goner.

If only I had time to really explore where this could go, but a bar bathroom with a table of our friends too curious for their own good just outside the door, means we don’t have the luxury of time.

“I think we need to move a tad faster.” My fingers manipulate the button and zipper on her jeans and I pull them down. “Skirts. You need to wear a fucking skirt.”

She giggles again, removing her shoes to help me get her out of her jeans, and then putting them back on her feet. This isn't my first rodeo in a bar bathroom and although our clothing makes it difficult, we're not raising the white flag anytime soon.

“Maybe we should go back to the village,” she says.

I stare blankly at her. “You got me this hard, we're finishing this.”

“Okay.” She smiles, and her hands start searching my pockets. Finding the condom in my front pocket—what can I say? I was a boy scout and the motto ‘always be prepared’ stuck—she holds it up in front of us, a grin from ear to ear.

As if her sex appeal wasn't already high enough, she tears it open with her teeth, pulling it out and then rolling it down my hard cock. She rises up on her toes and kisses me, the tip of my dick hitting her stomach.

I break the kiss, swivel her around and urge her foot on top of the toilet lid, spreading her open. My chest falls to her back and if only she was naked, our skin would be touching. She moves one arm back, gripping my neck and the tip of my dick teases her opening.

“Now. I need you,” she pants.

I plunge inside of her and her gasp mixed with my moan echoes throughout the small bathroom. I place my hand over her mouth but she doesn't seem to care, her eyes fluttering and her breasts pushing out. Sliding my hand off her mouth and up the hem of her shirt, I caress her bra-covered tit, my thumb playing with her hard nipple through the thin fabric.

Her warmth I could handle, but as she grows wetter, a want emerges from my body, unable to have enough of her. Flexing my hips, I thrust in and out of her, my teeth biting down gently on her shoulder, her iron-fisted grip on my neck making sure I don’t try to escape.

“I forgot how good you were,” she murmurs, and a smile comes to my lips.

“Is that a compliment?”

She shakes her head, her eyes still closed, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “An orgasm will be your compliment.”

For a few more minutes, we continue fucking in a public bathroom, trying to keep our moans down. We’re in a position that doesn't offer a ton of hand roaming, but I manage to move my hand off her tit to between her legs.

My thumb circles her hard nub, which is her undoing. She bounces off my chest, breathless as all the pent-up energy drains from all her muscles. Watching and feeling her release ignites my own and I pump into her, my body twitching as I come.

We stay in the same position as our breathing evens out. Just as I'm about to give her some space, she moves away from me. I suck in a sharp breath when my dick leaves her warmth.

Her back is rigid, and it looks like the old Demi is back. “That was a mistake.” She slips her shoes off and grabs her panties and jeans, throwing them over her legs and putting her shoes back on.

“I wouldn't say a mistake.” I dispose of the condom in the toilet, flushing all evidence of what just happened into the Korean sewer system.

“It's never happening again.” She straightens her shirt.

I pull up my boxers and jeans, fastening them. “Sure. Whatever.”

Her hand is on the lock and she glances over her shoulder. “Don't come out for a few minutes.”

No shit babe. “This isn't my first bathroom fuck.”

Her icy eyes narrow. “Don't remind me.” She leaves, closing the door a little harsher than necessary behind her.

“Chicks, man,” I mumble. “You give them the orgasm of their life and still they bitch afterward.” I shake my head, sitting tight for a few moments before I open up the door and head back to my friends.

Once I round the corner of the back hallway, I find Grady's knowing eyes on me. There’s a smirk is on his lips, and he’s shaking his head as if he's silently saying, ‘you're such a fucking moron.’

Maybe, but right now I'm one damn happy moron.