“Oh fuck, you like it when I choke you?”

Hell yes. His handsome face, with the faint scar jutting through his left eyebrow, blurs. No one has ever choked me during sex. It's not actually a full choke, just light pressure on my windpipe by his large hand. I am too far gone to even answer this sex God, so I nod. “You're such a dirty girl. Your pussy is so wet for me,” he husks out, tightening his choke hold and driving his thick cock faster into me. I am. I am so dirty. Filthy. I can't tell him, because I can barely breathe.

My ass slides across the cool marble of the bathroom counter as he rams into me. I bump and scoot along the small surface, and the basket of tissues flies to the floor when I reach out trying to get leverage. Tingles ignite low in my belly, fanning out. I'm going to come before he kills me. It's going to be epic.

The heels of my red Louboutin’s dig into his firm ass, pulling him closer to me. My head falls back, and pricks of light fire off behind my eyelids as my orgasm rolls through my body.

I can finally breathe when he releases my throat to grab my ass and lift me off the counter, thrusting into me until his tall, lean body shudders with his own orgasm. “Goddamn,” he mutters.

He slides out, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash can. The swanky bathroom is no longer filled with the grunts and groans of sex, only an awkward silence. My short, red evening gown bunched around my waist is a wrinkled mess. And ripped. Fuck. I shimmy it down covering myself, trying to fix the delicate lace hanging from the bodice. His deep brown eyes meet mine as he tucks his weapon of sex voodoo back in his black tuxedo slacks.

He grabs the tiny bit of dangling lace from my dress and rips it.

“There, you won’t be needing this.” He tosses the material into the trash. “Your eyes are a little bloodshot,” he says, running a hand through his dark hair. “They'll just think you're drunk.”

“What?” I ask, spinning around to look in the gold-framed mirror stretching across the wall. Shit. They are. Worse than the roadmap of my eyes is the love bite on my bare shoulder. Large and purple, where his full lips sucked. It was hot when he bit me, so hot I bit him back, but I'm not sure the wealthy people filling the ballroom will appreciate the hostess of the charity event to save their precious Dales pony looking like a two-dollar hooker.

I lock eyes in the mirror with the sexy stranger behind me. Yes, stranger. The only thing I know about him is his name. Pollux. I'm assuming he must like ponies since he's here tonight.

He reaches out and releases the snake pit of black curls on my head. “Now you really look like you've been fucked.” White teeth rake across his bottom lip. “Should've done that a while ago. I could've wrapped it around my fist.”

Let me just say, I'm not used to men saying these things to me. The men I've been with would rather get off to stock portfolios than pulling my hair. Katy Dale Vanderlin, daughter of a prominent New Jersey physician, senior consultant of Master's Consulting Firm, and semi socialite, does not have sex with strangers in bathrooms. Actually, she doesn't have much sex at all, which is probably why I ended up with my panties by the door. The panties he’s now sliding in his pocket.

“Okay, listen,” I tell him, “I don't usually do this kind of thing.”

“Why?” he interrupts. “Too busy mingling with the stuffy asses out there?”

Well, the tall sex God has good looks and brains. That's exactly why I don't. Fear of judgement, I guess.

A knock on the door halts our self-examination of me. “Katy,” my assistant, Anne, calls out, “are you in here?”

I hold a finger to my lips and shake my head at Pollux. “Yeah,” I answer.

“James is looking for you.”

Of course, he is. Anger courses through me. This prick has been on my ass all night. His neediness led me to seek solace in the hallway leading to the restrooms. That’s when Pollux stumbled upon me, and well, one thing led to another.

I peer over at Pollux, smile, and rustle my fingers into the now mess of wild hair on my head, smoothing down the ends. “See ya around,” I say, as we walk through the bathroom door.

A smile lights my face. Spur of the moment sex with a stranger is so not me. Not even a little bit. But it felt good to let my hair down, metaphorically speaking.

I only get a few steps before James scowls in my direction. His balding head reflects the lights from above, blinding me momentarily.

“Hi, sir. Did you need to see me?”

“Yes, I know we’re not working, but did you get the AR-2 file to me this afternoon?” As if I would forget. I’m up for partner, and I wouldn’t make any mistakes now when I’m so close. I can almost taste the sweet victory of it all.

“Of course,” I answer.

“Who’s this, Katy?” James asks, sizing up Pollux.

I can't exactly tell him this is the guy that choked me in the bathroom, so I step closer to Pollux and smile, or at least I try to in this awkward predicament. “This is, uh, um,...”

Pollux cuts in, “Pollux Clark. I’m Katy’s boyfriend.” He smiles, extending his hand out toward James’s.

Our eyes meet, and right now, I wish I could telepathically scold him. But, I weigh my choices and go with the charade. “Yes, he’s my boyfriend. I’m sure I’ve mentioned him before.”

“Nice to meet you,” James says, shaking Pollux’s hand.

Pollux drapes an arm over my shoulders. “Yeah, Katy here loves these events, but she needed some quiet time. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

His hand moves further south, smacking my ass cheeks as he winks.

I want to strangle his neck. “Yeah, honey. Sure,” I say through clenched teeth.

James is unimpressed. In fact, he appears like he wants to murder us both.

I step out of Pollux’s grip.

“Pollux, are you coming Sunday to the company picnic at the park?” James asks.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Great. See you then.”

James leaves, ambling back to the twinkling lights of the party, and I turn to Pollux. “What are you doing? What was that?” I want to scream more things to him, but he laughs slightly, crossing his strong arms over his chest.

“Calm down, princess. You looked like you could use the help.” He steps closer, pulling me against his firm chest. “I’ll see you Sunday, sugarplum.” He salutes me with a wicked grin before striding away.

Asshole.