I straightened my back and followed a waiter’s instructions to the ladies’ room. It was divided into two sections, with a sitting room and an area with several stalls. White tiles covered the flower in an art deco pattern and the walls were done in a magnolia paper.
I stumbled forward and caught the edge of a deep blue fainting couch before righting myself and walking to the nearest, largest stall.
The bathroom door opened behind me as I fiddled with trying to slide the lock closed. The lock flew out of my fingers as the door swung open and Kennedy blocked the way. His dark eyes pierced me, glaring down as his body took up every inch of free space around me.
My knees went weak and I backed into the wall, the coolness of the tile so different from the heat of my skin.
“Get out.” I couldn’t stop the quaver in my voice.
“I don’t think you want me to.” He advanced.
I brought my hand up to slap him, but he caught it and pinned it to the wall next to my head.
“What was that in there with Carey?” He pulled the door shut behind him before turning to me and putting his other hand on the wall next to my head.
“Are you kidding? What was that in there with Little Miss Gina Rae?” I simpered her name and hated myself for sounding like a high school mean girl.
“That was a year ago. Carey was tonight.” He glowered, crowding my space. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I needed him to contact Fluffy. I got it done. Besides, it’s none of your business what I do. And you also had no right to touch me like you did. We’re colleagues. Anything more would be improper. Now, let me go.” I returned his glare, but when his eyes flicked to my lips, my breath hitched.
“You didn’t like it when I touched you?” He leaned closer, his skin radiating the same heat as mine. The air between us was overcome with anticipation as he increased the pressure on my wrist.
“I didn’t give you permission—”
“That’s not what I asked, Ms. Carmichael.” Closer still, his eyes bored into me and I pressed as far back into the wall as I could go. “I asked if you liked it. Did you?”
“No,” I breathed.
He moved his right hand to my neck, his fingertips ghosting along my skin. Could he hear my heart thumping against my ribs?
“You sure?” He ran his fingers down to my chest and to my collarbone, pushing my shirt away from my shoulder as he went. His eyes were so intense, his pupils wide as he looked nowhere but at me.
“Y-yes.”
He moved closer, his lips at my ear. “I think you liked it.”
“No.”
He slid his fingers down my chest, over my breast, past my stomach, and to the hem of my skirt. “Tell me to stop.”
“Stop.”
He pushed my skirt up and shoved his knee between my legs.
“Kennedy, please.” I closed my eyes and gripped his shirt with my free hand. I wanted everything his raspy voice suggested, but I shouldn’t.
When his fingers made contact with my panties, I jolted.
“So fucking wet.” His lips tickled my ear as he rubbed his fingers back and forth across the soaked fabric.
“Don’t. We can’t.” I pushed against him, but he fastened his lips to my neck right below my ear.
Slipping his fingers around my panties, he stroked my clit, and I moaned.
“Fuck, Scarlett.” His voice was a gravelly growl against my skin.
“We can’t.” I panted. “We can’t do this.”
“You want this. Your eyes, your hot pussy, everything about you tells me how much you want this. Tell me no and I’ll stop. Go ahead. I’m listening.”
He pinned me with his gaze and cocked his head to the side, listening for my protest. I should have said no, told him to stop, and walked out of there. Instead, I silently begged him to keep going.
He laughed, low and sultry. “That’s what I thought.” Sliding two fingers between my folds, he sank them inside me and bit down on my neck at the same time.
“Kennedy!” I dug my nails into his chest as he worked his fingers in and out.
“Your pussy is so hot and wet right now that I could slide in and fuck you up against this wall, have you screaming in no time.” He licked down to my collarbone and nibbled.
I held on to him, given up to the feeling of his fingers inside me, the tension coiling in my pussy as he stroked me. He released my wrist and used his other hand to grip my knee and lift my leg, opening me more to him as he fucked me with his fingers.
“You make me crazy.” He moved back to my neck and kissed up my jaw before looking me in the eye.
He slid his fingers out and went back to my clit, swooping and circling until I arched into him, my hard nipples rubbing against his chest. His strokes drove me to the edge, and I couldn’t look away.