It’s not the first time I’ve been interrupted during sex, but, dammit, this is really good—
“Sorry,” Ev calls, his voice clear, loud, and unapologetic. “This bathroom’s out of order.”
“We’re on borrowed time, sweetheart, so I’m gonna make this quick. Then we’ll head back to my place, ok? This is only the beginning.”
There’s no time to even process what he’s saying, much less remind him that I’m not here for the long haul. His strong, firm hand takes one last pass between my thighs, stroking me through the thin fabric and applying just enough pressure to make me ache with need.
Stepping back, he reaches for my hand. I am in no shape to leave this bathroom right now, but I don’t have to worry about that. Instead of leading me to the door, he takes me to the sink and stands behind me in the mirror. My hair is a mess, my lips are bee-stung, and my face is flushed. I look like I’ve been caught mid-orgasm, which is nearly true.
Ev’s mirror image floors me. He’s so handsome—tall and broad, decisive and commanding. Lips parted, eyes dilated, he’s just as consumed as I am. Before I can comment on his lust-filled gaze or the fact that I like the way he looks when he’s turned on, I feel his warm palm on the small of my back, pressing me forward over the sink.
The woosh of fabric is my only warning before I feel the silk of his tie wrap around my wrists, binding me to the faucet. Sweet. Jesus. A rush of desire pools low in my belly. My God, he’s barely touched me, and I’m shaking with need.
An upward glance shows Ev positioned behind me, hands on my ass. “You good, Molly?” he asks.
“God, yes, but I’ll be better when you’re inside me.”
“Be patient, gorgeous. I’m just getting started.” Hooking his fingers in the sides of my panties, he shimmies them down my legs. I step out of them to widen my stance and feel his hand at my ankle, scooping them up before they hit the floor. I check the mirror again, only to see him pocket my underwear. That should piss me off, but, damn, it turns me on.
“When I take you tonight, Molly, it’s going to be in my bed, your body spread wide, so I can play and feast for hours.”
So, if I have to wait for sex, what are we—”
I hear him shift behind me, as he drops low and says, “But right now, I’m going to taste you.”
His fingers part my opening and tease the wetness there. I cry out, my words unintelligible noises. I’m half-naked, bound to a bar’s bathroom sink, and I’ve never been hotter in my life.
“Jesus, Molly.” He drags his fingers through my channel, causing shivers to race up my spine. I hear the smack of his lips and the suck of his tongue on his fingers as he tastes me for the first time. There’s something otherworldly about not being able to see him while he teases and pleases me. All my senses are on high alert, and the sensations are heightened.
The warmth of his breath caresses my opening, and it’s all I can do to hold in my scream of ecstasy when his tongue meets my core. I peek upward at the mirror to watch myself being consumed by the pleasure.
The woman in the mirror has no responsibilities, except to revel in the dirty, delicious ways her lover brings her to the brink of orgasm. My lips are full and open, my breaths stuttered and panting, my eyes bright, but dazed, my cheeks pink with desire.
Ev’s tongue flattens and presses at my folds, building heat and need. He flicks the tip against my clit and I nearly lose my mind. Alternating between those two heavenly sensations, he pushes me to the edge. I’m dying to satisfy the hunger I’m feeling. I ache to touch my breasts, to pinch their hardened peaks—anything to ease the desire inside me.
Just when I think I can’t handle one more second of this delicious torture, Ev’s tongue drives inside my sex, releasing my orgasm and pushing me over the edge.
My body writhes in the aftermath. God, I’ve never felt anything like that. I hear the rustle of fabric as he stands. His body wraps around mine as he rains kisses over my shoulders and neck.
“You’re incredible, Molly.”
Tenderly, he glides his hands down my arms and unties my makeshift restraint. The silk tie didn’t hurt or chafe, just the opposite, really, but he takes time soothing my skin with kisses and soft touches.
We’re in a damn public bathroom, and Ev is all wrapped up in aftercare.
Where’s a parallel universe when you need one?
I can’t give in to the urge to see where this relationship could go, but I can give us tonight, so that’s what I do.
I open my eyes slowly, as if my mind knows I’m in unfamiliar territory, so it wants to give me time to adjust.
The room is dim, the only light spilling in from the window in the corner. The shade’s been pulled haphazardly, leaving it at a crooked angle.
I’m not at my house.
I’m in Ev’s hotel room, I realize, as the events of last night come flooding back to me. The shower is running, and I swear to God he’s whistling.
Spotting my clothes in a heap on the chair, I roll out of bed and begin to get dressed. A quick glance at my phone reveals that it’s quarter after 8, and I have seven missed texts. I scroll through with one hand while I tug on my shoes with the other. Most of those are from Ava, late last night, rehashing some girl drama; one is from Elaine, saying she misses coffee, food that requires chewing, and me; and one from Nick, giving his thumbs up on my relationship with Ev. I start to reply and set him straight, when I realize my folly.
