Catch Him(21)

“I thought you said the food wasn’t good,” he said, wiping his hands with the paper napkins supplied table side. “That’s delicious.”

Swell, she thought. He was the type of guy who could enjoy haute cuisine at Saison and a greasy grilled cheese and tomato at Denny’s. Another reason to like him. Another reason for her to be worried about losing her heart to him.

“See,” he said as he reached for another fry. “Isn’t this better than eating alone?”

It was.

“How was the rest of your day?” she asked.

“Without you, barely tolerable. I was stuck in a law office all day, which did I mention I hate lawyers? However, I had that I-just-got-laid-hard feeling with me all day, so it was all good. Did your father notice your absence?”

If he had, she wouldn’t have known it. He hadn’t been up when she came home and he was gone when she left for work.

“Doubt it,” she said as she reached for a fry. “You seem overly concerned with my relationship with my father.”

He sighed softly, a sound she was coming to understand signaled something about him. Like whatever he said next was coming from a different place inside him than his normal carefree self. She liked that, she thought. She liked that she knew that about him.

“I don’t like the idea that no one is taking care of you.”

She looked at him. “I’m twenty-eight years old. I take care of me.”

He shook his head. “I don’t mean like that… but then again I don’t know what I mean, so let’s stop talking about that and talk about what I really came here to discuss.”

“Lunch?” she asked.

“Sex,” he said at the exact same time.

Sinead could feel herself blushing. And squirming.

“You want to talk about sex?”

He smiled, and it was so thrilling and so blatant she squirmed even more. After a second she looked away. As if he was too big. Too large. Too bright for her to handle.

Except that allowed him proximity to her ear.

“I want to talk about what I’m going to do to that sweet body the next time I have you in bed. I want to talk about how much I like your mouth sucking my cock. I want to talk about how I would like to take you back to the bathroom and fuck you hard right now. So that for the rest of the night you’ll be forced to think of me, because you’ll still feel me between your legs.”

“We can’t,” she whispered, although him just saying it put the idea in her head.

He nipped at her ear. “Look at you. I just said talk about it, but I can see you’re thinking about it. Empty restaurant. Cherise is on her break. No one to disturb us, your hands on the sink while I take off that very serious-looking belt and pull down your very serious-looking pants and I pound you from behind. I wouldn’t even have to remove your panties, just slide them out of the way, pulling on them, letting the material rub against your clit.”

“Stop.”

When he said nothing she looked at him again. Slowly he slid from the booth. Then he was walking back down the narrow hallway to the restrooms. And she watched as he boldly opened the door to the women’s bathroom. Then he turned back to where she was still sitting, panting like an animal in heat, and he crooked his finger.

Every instinct she had told her this was a bad idea. She was a cop, for pete’s sake. What he was suggesting was against the law.

Except she wanted him. She wanted to feel the way he made her feel last night. She wanted to be the type of wild and free woman who would do something like this. She wanted to be an old woman who could look back and remember the hot fling she had with the rich British guy who pounded her in a bathroom at a Denny’s at two in the morning.

Yes. That’s a memory she wanted to have, and all she had to do was get up and follow him. So she did.

His smile was arrogant when she brushed by him into the ladies room. She was already reaching for her belt. The only thought in her mind now was speed. Fuck. Come. Don’t get caught.

She unhooked the belt and put it in the sink, careful with her service revolver. Then she quickly undid her pants and pulled both them and her panties down her thighs. They were the serviceable cotton type and not the sexy type he probably imagined. She didn’t want him to know that. Instead she wanted him to be looking at her.

Then she was bending over the sink, and watching him in the mirror as he slid a condom on his cock. Before she had time to have another thought, he was inside her. Hard and deep. His thrusts moved her body forward and she pressed her hands against the counter to push herself against him even as he was pounding into her.

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, that. Fuck yourself on me. Take it. As much as you want.”