Mickie
We didn’t make it back to the apartment.
Hell, we didn’t make it to the car.
We were still in the bar. In the men’s bathroom, actually.
And Dawson was shoving me toward an empty stall.
“Get in there,” he growled.
I braced myself against the tiled wall as he slammed the door shut, locking it with a loud click. I was finding it difficult to maintain my balance. Not because of the five-inch heels I was wearing. But because of his narrow-eyed lustful focus, which was all aimed at me.
“What’s your game?” he bit out.
His body looked poised for attack, though he wasn’t moving.
Why wasn’t he using that weapon of a mouth against me right now? What the hell was he waiting for?
“What do you mean?” I asked, distracted by the way he was slowly removing his suit jacket and hanging it on the door hook.
“I mean, were you trying to get me to fuck you in front of all those people?” he demanded.
Oh, God. Now he was rolling up his shirt sleeves.
“Because that was the road we were headed down, baby. One more word and I would have bent you over that bar, pushed that ridiculously tight dress up over your ass, and shoved my cock inside you. Right there, for everyone to see. Is that what you wanted?”
“Is this a trick question?”
He chuckled under his breath, the sound coming out dark. He slowly paced across the stall, cornering me like I was his next meal.
Oh, I hoped so.
“After all these years,” he said, “don’t you know that I would never share you with anyone like that? No one’s allowed to see how you look when I’m pleasuring you. Nobody ever gets the privilege of hearing what you sound like when you come. No one but me.” He closed the distance between our bodies, and braced his hands on the wall beside my head. “Because you’re mine.”
I snaked my hand up to pull him in by his tie. Did I forget to mention he was wearing a tie? Because, ohmigod, he was wearing a tie.
“You’re so hot when you get all possessive like this,” I whispered against his neck.
He released a strangled groan. “Possessive? Baby, we’re way past that. I’m finding it damn hard just to deal with you in that dress right now. Giving all those other men in there the same show you were giving me.”
I licked up his neck, delighting in the shiver I felt crawl up his spine. “That show was only for you.”
“Damn right it was,” he grated out. “But you’re still going to pay for making me so hard that it hurts to fucking walk.”
Pay? This sounded promising. Exciting.
Exactly what I was looking for tonight.
I met his eyes, my arousal kicking up a notch when I saw the gleam in them. “Turn around,” he commanded.
Having learned to be obedient in these situations—because it usually benefitted me—I slowly turned until my back faced him. His hands gripped me around my hips, kneading with controlled force.
“Were you telling the truth?” he whispered. “About the lingerie?”
I smiled. “Find out for yourself.”
The words had barely left my mouth when he yanked my dress up, exposing my panty-clad behind. His hands left me, and I heard him take a step back.
He pushed out a heavy breath. “Holy fuck.”
I peeked over my shoulder. “You like?”
He had his hands on his head, looking lost for thoughts or speech. “Like isn’t the right word. Love? Hate? Love because of how fucking perfect you look. And hate because I want to rip the beautiful thing off you and destroy it.”
My breath caught in my throat. “I’d be okay with that.”
The black satin corset and garter set may have cost me a pretty penny. But I didn’t care what he did with it in that moment. As long as he was willing to do whatever he was picturing in his head, he could rip up every piece of lingerie I had.
He grinned and shook his head. “There are more efficient ways of getting to your pussy.” He lowered himself to his knees, and glanced up. “And more creative ones.”
The next thing I felt was his tongue on my skin, creeping its way toward my wet center. And when he reached his destination, holy shit, I felt like my senses exploded. His mouth took ownership of my body, my pleasure, my mind.
Anytime his mouth was on me—anywhere—I was lost.
Gone.
“I’m so close, baby,” I said, panting loudly in the enclosed space.
Part of me hoped nobody came in. The other part couldn’t climax fast enough.
I was right on that precipice, dying for the release that was right at my fingertips…
When he spanked me.
“Ah!” I was so startled, the one sound was all that left my mouth.
He’d never done that before. But damned if it didn’t make me hotter.
“I knew you’d like that,” he growled. “Been waiting forever to do it.”
I was still catching my breath when I replied, “What took you so long?”
He grunted. “I was waiting for the proper motivation to strike. I’d say I found it tonight.”
I mentally patted myself on the back.
“You going to come for me if I do it again?” he asked.
“Yes.” No doubt.
Five more slaps later and I was shooting off like a rocket. His mouth didn’t leave my flesh again until I almost collapsed in his arms. The show wasn’t over, though.
Now, it was his turn.
He stood up and quickly opened his suit pants, freeing himself in the blink of an eye. “I can’t wait another goddamned second. Not with the sight of you standing here dressed in that, your tight, round ass sticking out for me. The taste of you on my tongue. Your moans echoing off the walls. I can’t fucking wait, Mick.”
He placed himself behind me, aligning his shaft with my sex, and pushed inside in one powerful thrust. He muffled his groans into my shoulder, while mine were silenced by his hand covering my mouth. He released his hand when he started pumping into me, using both hands for leverage.
“You were right earlier,” he said between stilted breaths.
I could barely concentrate on what he was saying. He felt too good inside me to think about…to think at all.
“About what?”
He slammed in harder, jarring my lower body, forcing all the air from my lungs.
“I am a lucky man. So fucking lucky.”
That made me see stars.
This time, not the ones you remember from lullabies.
But the ones that exploded behind your eyelids until you saw nothing but a white mass. The kind that nearly blinded you and knocked you on your ass.
Those stars were mind-blowing.
Life-altering.
After we both finished and fought to catch our breaths, he squeezed me tight to him. “I’ll never forget it, Mick. How lucky I am. That I can promise you.”
I closed my eyes and squeezed him back. “Me either.”