With our dinner plates cleared, Sofia and Andy are debating the value of combat training when you’re eating healthy food vs. junk food – which Sofia loves and thinks you should be entitled to eat when you work out as hard as she does.

Hannah excuses herself to the bathroom.

Her luscious ass ticks slowly back and forth on her languid stroll inside, and the night breeze lifts that flaxen hair revealing tense shoulder blades.

She’s aware I’m watching.

Think I’ll follow her…

The main dining room is bursting with conversation but my sole focus is Hannah Cocker. That photograph is still in my mind, the private sadness captured and posted forever on the Internet. I wish I could find who put it there so I could make them take it down. I want it to be mine, not shared.

I don’t like sharing.

She glances around for where the restroom is. A female server points her in the right direction and I continue my pursuit, walking faster. As she turns a corner I feel my blood quicken — my pace, too. I call out, “Hannah!” to turn her around.

“Yes?” Confusion clouds those ice-green eyes of hers. I want to see them in the daytime. I bet they’re white-green and supernatural looking in the sunlight. I’m into it.

Her lips part as I slide my fingers in her hair and pull her to me in a hot kiss. She makes a surprised sound and her breath hitches through her nose as I press her into the wall between the men’s and women’s restrooms. Oh fuck, I love how her hands are sliding up my chest, feeling me up.

She likes my muscles, so I flex ‘em and slide my tongue into her mouth. But she pushes me back and I break free to search for what she wants from me.

Her frown says she’s not sure if she should punch me.

Guess she decided not to because her fingers lace into my hair and she pulls me in for more.

Fuck I want this woman so bad.

I groan with desire as our tongues reach for each other. A soft moan slides into my mouth from hers as I rake clawed fingers down her skintight dress. Her breasts crush harder into my chest as she breathes sharply in, pulling away from my lips for air. “Stop. We’re in public.”

Her eyes flash over my shoulder as a guy walks out of the men’s room and pauses as he sees us wrapped around each other against this wall.

Pushing me away, Hannah tries to act like nothing just happened.

Oh it fucking happened all right.

“Excuse me,” she whispers, almost to herself, heading to the door with the big silver ‘W’ on it. She pauses and glances over her shoulder at me.

“Is it a single stall?” I rasp.

Her eyelashes flutter, knowing I’m asking because if it is, I’m coming in.

I wait with building curiosity and an aching need to kiss her again. Feel her curves. See how wet I just made her.

This is taking too long.

She’s turning my offer down.

Or there’s a line of women I can’t see.

But then like a fucking fantasy she appears, so beautiful I can’t stop staring at her. My cock is hard and hungry. Brain’s in my crotch.

But she searches the hallway past me. I glance behind wondering what she’s looking for. There’s no one here but me. Turning back to her with questions in my eyes I see her waving me in.

Oh. She was making sure no one would witness this.

The girl’s bred right.

And here I am acting like an animal.

To me, who cares what anyone thinks when you find someone you want as much as I want her.

Hannah backs up as I lock us inside, alone.

“I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let you in, Tobias.”

“What made you say yes?”

Biting her lip she whispers, “Her,” pointing to her hidden pussy.

Cupping the back of her head I crash our mouths together and hook my other hand around her thigh, bringing it up so I can get in there and grind.

Our breathing gets coarse as she rubs her panties against my crotch like she can’t get enough. I glance down and see my jeans have little marks on them.

“You’re sopping wet,” I groan, aching to fuck her.

“Am I?” she murmurs, eyelids heavy.

“I’m gonna do more than kiss you.” I slip my tongue inside her lips as my calloused fingers travel over her G-string, and run along and under the elastic edge.

Hannah moans and bucks her hips once. My cock strains to get out and I’m fucking panting now.

I slip my index, middle and ring finger under the panties and over her mound, the middle one slipping in to see how slippery she really is. Oh fuck. She’s drenched and I have to pull away from the kiss so I can watch her face as I stroke her tender clit, barely touching it. “Oh, please,” she moans, closing her eyes a hot moment. “Harder.”

“You don’t really want that,” I rasp. “It just feels like you do. Trust me. The tension is building. You feel that?” She nods, frowning sensually. “You’re starting to tremble. Your pussy is melting my hand. You feel how hot you are, babe?”

“Uh huh,” she moans, grabbing my head and slamming her mouth to mine. I grunt and press one of my fingers into her opening, holding there before I slide out to focus on her clit again. That’s where the heat is. I can make her burn for me. I can make her beg me to fuck her if I wanted to. Right now I just want to make her squirm. See how high-pitched her whimpers can get.

She breaks from my lips and stifles a cry as I crook my index finger and work her into a frenzy.

She starts to whimper just like I thought she would. She closes her eyes, brow pierced with aching heat. “What are you doing to me, Tobias?” She genuinely looks confused that she’s this turned on.

“Never had a man make you cum like this, babe?”

She shakes her beautiful head and then bangs it against the wall as her body writhes and bucks against mine. She nearly broke my knuckles against the plaster since I’m still fisting her hair.

“Careful now,” I chuckle. “It’s coming. You don’t have to reach for it. I’ll take you there.” Cupping her head so she doesn’t hurt hers.

I drop to my knees and shove my face in her pussy, pulling the thong aside and sliding my tongue over her swollen clit. She bites her forearm, crying out into her skin as I find that sweet spot where she’s most sensitive, teasing it and slipping one finger into her pussy to finger-fuck her, adding to the thrill of the licks.

She moans, “Oh my God, Tobias!” and her pussy clenches. I keep teasing her, decreasing the pressure so that it’s not over too quickly. I like to really make it ache. She cries out into her arm again, quivering as her pussy contracts in long hot throbs. Fuck she tastes good.

And she just confessed no one’s ever done this for her.

She wasn’t playing. That was no virginal bullshit act. She was stunned.

Which kind of blows my mind.

Rising up I lock eyes with her and wipe my mouth with my forearm. She’s panting and blinking at me.

I jog my finger in the air. “I know what you’re thinking. Not here.”

“But…”

“No.”

God, I love that she wants me this badly.

So hard to wait.

But waiting makes it that much better.

Running the hot tap until it’s warm enough, I soak a few paper towels and kneel down to clean her up. The woman’s dripping, part me but mostly her.

She stares at me like I’m not real.

“It’s what gentlemen do.”

A smile flashes and she teases, “Like opening a car door?”

“Exactly.” I give her mound one last kiss and adjust her panties, rising up to toss the towels in the trash.

Hannah whispers, “You leave first.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I smile, turning to the mirror and adjusting my package. “Calm down boy, she’s not going anywhere.”

Hannah mutters, “Cocky fucker.”

On my way out, I meet her eyes, “That was just a taste of what I can do.”

Kissed-raw lips part as I stroll on out of here. A woman in her seventies stares at me – this city is full of retirees.

I tip my head to her. “There was a line for the men’s.”

“Oh,” she says, finding my reason acceptable.

But then Hannah follows me out and nods to her, too.

Chuckling I glance back to watch the woman peering into the bathroom, realizing what really just went down.

Gave her some juicy gossip for game night. Do you know what the kids are doing these days?!!

Heheh.