“I have no fucking idea, but I really don’t care anymore,” I answered in a graveled voice.
I watched as she sagged against the wall, totally lost in the need to find her climax, her hips pushing against my hand frantically.
Jesus! She was fucking gorgeous when her face was relaxed, her beautiful eyes filled with need.
At some other place, I’d taste her, feast on her, and then fuck her until she became completely undone. But I didn’t lose track of exactly where we were and the limitations that presented.
Regardless of the way she talked, I was fairly certain that she hadn’t been with anybody since I’d kissed her. I knew what she’d been through at the hands of the terrorists. And it was going to take a guy who understood what she needed. And that man was going to be me.
I heard the bathroom door open, and I put a finger over her lips. I stroked over her clit faster, adding the pressure she was craving.
“Yes,” she whispered, aware that somebody had come into the restroom, but unable to hold everything back.
I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered in a husky tone, “Come for me, Dani.”
Her eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip, desperately trying to be quiet.
I used that moment to thrust my finger into her slick sheath, almost groaning myself at how tight, wet, and inviting that channel was as I added a second finger and thrust into her while my thumb still teased her clit.
One hand was on her ass, stroking over her exposed butt cheeks because she was wearing some sexy thong panties.
“Marcus!” she whispered urgently. “I can’t.”
“Oh yes, you can,” I told her in a hoarse, low tone.
Her head thrashed, and I felt her body begin to tremble, so very close to release.
When she opened her mouth and her body tightened, I slammed my lips down hard over hers, swallowing her scream as her orgasm tore through her body. My hand on her ass supported her as her legs appeared to give way. I lifted my mouth and kissed her temple, my hand reaching back to lower the toilet seat before I helped her sit down on top of it.
She was gasping for breath as I removed a clean handkerchief from the pocket of my tux, crouched down, and gently wiped the sweat from her face.
I’d heard the water running out at the sink, and the guest left the bathroom, leaving us alone again. At least for now.
“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned that I’d pushed her too hard.
She wasn’t afraid of me anymore, nor was she frightened of her own sexuality. Knowing that she’d been aroused without thinking about what had happened to her at the hands of her captives told me just how far she’d come with therapy.
She shook her head and then took the handkerchief from my hand to pat down her neck and face. “I don’t know what happened to me,” she confessed, still looking shaken.
“You came,” I offered helpfully.
“It doesn’t happen for me like that.”
“Maybe it’s what you need, Dani. And you aren’t going to get it from Becker,” I grumbled.
She stood up suddenly, forcing me to straighten up along with her. “Oh, God,” she said anxiously. “Greg. He’s going to be so mad. I’ve been in here too long.”
I grabbed her arms and shook her lightly. “You can’t keep dancing to his tune, Danica,” I rumbled, angry about her concerned response.
“I have to,” she said in a desperate voice. “I need him to trust me.”
“Fuck no, you don’t,” I said to her forcefully. “You don’t need his sorry ass at all.”
“You don’t understand,” she said in a pleading voice. “I have to go back.”
“Not happening,” I answered. “Not until I have some answers. Christ! I just got you off, Dani. And you want to run back to Becker?” I was about ready to lose it.
“I need to get back to the party,” she answered, trying to claw her way out of the stall.
I let her go because I couldn’t stand to see her so terrified. Not after what she’d been through.
She sprinted to the mirror and tried to quickly fix her makeup and hair.
Finally, I said, “Go. Go back to him. But I’ll be watching. You don’t love him. Hell, I don’t think you even enjoy being with him.” I’d seen the way she looked at Becker, and it certainly wasn’t how she’d looked at me with desperate passion in her eyes, her expression begging me to make her come.
I slammed out of the restroom, more furious than I’d been when I’d first come in to find Dani. Jesus! The woman was going to give me a damn heart attack. I slid into my seat at the table, my dick still as hard as granite.
Dani exited a few minutes later, her eyes searching for and finding Becker not far beyond where I was sitting.
It took everything I had not to block her way as her sexy ass got closer and closer, but to my surprise, she stopped at my table. She was watching Becker, but his back was to both of us.
Without missing a beat, she swiped my Scotch from my table and downed it in two big gulps and then set it back down on the pristine white tablecloth.
“I hate pink, fluffy drinks,” she mumbled and then moved on toward her date.
I smirked. I had to admire a woman who could knock back a good whiskey without flinching.
My eyes never leaving Dani, I signaled the waiter for a refill.
Dani
Greg was angry.
I’d known it from the moment he’d given me “the look” after I got back from the restroom at the charity event.
I’d stayed away from him way too long, and once I’d returned to his side, I was distracted.
Okay, I was way distracted.
It hadn’t been easy standing with my date when I knew the guy who had given me a mind-blowing orgasm only moments before was staring a hole in my back.
What in the hell had gotten into me in the restroom? I’d lost complete control of myself and wallowed in the pleasure that Marcus had given me.
My body had craved Marcus’s touch so desperately that I hadn’t even thought about my date. My senses had been battered, and all I’d been able to do was ride a wave of heat so staggering that I was pretty sure I’d come away a little more than singed.
I’d never quite recovered from that volatile orgasm, and now that Greg and I had returned to my condo, I knew he was going to vent some of his anger.
“What in the hell was tonight about?” Greg asked angrily as I closed the door of my condo behind us after we’d entered.
Well, that hadn’t taken very long.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked politely as I moved by him and into the kitchen.
He followed me. “No, I don’t want a goddamn drink. I want you to tell me why you were gone so long to the bathroom. How long does it take to piss? I felt like you were with somebody else tonight, because you sure as hell didn’t hear a word I said to you.”
I turned back to look at him, noticing that his eyes were sparking with anger. “I was there. What else do you want from me? I’ve never been fond of fancy fundraisers.”