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Authors: Chloe Cole

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He steeled himself then
dipped his finger into her molten heat again. His pulse thundered
as he tried to quell the urge to take her over the edge right
there…to fuck her with his finger until she screamed. Could she
hear his heart pounding? Shit, who was he kidding? At this rate,
he’d be lucky if she couldn’t hear his
cock
pounding.

He shifted in his seat,
trying to make room in his jeans, then slipped in a second finger.
Her breath came out in a rush as her pussy clenched over him. Tight
heat sucked at his fingers as he withdrew and began to rub her
plump clit in slow, soft circles.

She began to pant and blood
rushed to his ears, mercifully blocking out the sexy sound before
it before it drove him over the line between sanity and
madness.

Like a slingshot, she jerked
back. Her hand scrabbled at his and she gripped his wrist. He
stilled as he met her gaze, noting the panicked expression. A
shadow fell across the tabletop as the waiter stood with dinner
plates in hand.


Here we are. Lobster
sautéed in butter. One with broccoli, the other with
asparagus.”

He set the plates down and
gave them a blank smile. “Anything else I can get for
you?”


No, thanks.”

When they were alone again
Cricket carefully straightened, retracting from his touch. He
trailed a still-damp finger down her thigh before righting her
skirt. He reached for his plate and pulled it closer, hoping like
hell she wasn’t furious with him for almost letting them get
caught. He’d been so focused and in the moment, he hadn’t even
heard the server’s approach.


Looks good,” he said, with
forced enthusiasm.


It does.”

He dared a glance. Her eyes
were still unfocused, glassy with need.

Excellent.

She took a gulp of champagne
before pulling her plate close. She didn’t pick up her fork.
Instead she plucked a morsel of lobster meat, shiny with butter,
between her thumb and forefinger. “You want?”

The husky rasp of her voice
scraped over his frayed nerves, stretching his already tenuous
control even further. “Oh yeah.”

She raised the meat to his
mouth and he took it gently from her fingers, sucking the salty
butter from her skin.


Mmm.” The low, purring moan
came from Cricket and it took all his will not to press her back
into her chair and take what he needed.


Your turn.” He pulled the
most tender looking chunk from the shallow dish and held it an inch
from her mouth. She tipped her head toward him and ate from his
hand, licking the butter from his thumb. Her full lips were shiny
with it and a single drop ran to her chin. She caught it with the
tip of her tongue and an image of her catching a drop of moisture
from the head of his cock that way flashed through his
mind.

How the hell was he going to
make it through the rest of the meal?

Fuck it. He
wasn’t.

He’d taken a lot of risks so
far with this woman and they’d all paid off. He was going to roll
the dice one more time. “Go to the ladies room at the back of the
restaurant.”

Her startled eyes met
his.


Now.
” He’d added a sharp edge to his voice and watched her
response carefully.

The pulse in her throat
fluttered and she moved to stand. He kept his napkin over his lap
as he rose to let her by. She didn’t look back as she walked
away.

Tuck waited a minute before
he motioned to the waiter. “Can you bag this up? My wife’s not
feeling well.” He slipped five twenties on the table before
following the path Cricket had taken only minutes
before.

He reached the entrance to
the bathroom and paused before knocking softly. “Honey, feeling
okay in there?”

A soft chuckle came from the
other side and he smiled. He opened the door and stepped in. Muzac
piped in from the dining room echoed around him. There were five
internal bathrooms, all empty save for one. He moved toward the
closed door and pushed it open.

There she was. Cricket,
standing in the stall, hair loose around her shoulders, eyes
shining as she waited.

For him.

He shut the door behind him
and faced her. “I have never wanted anything as much as I want you
right now.”


Then take me,” she
murmured, standing on tiptoe to lean into him.

He slid his hands down to
cup her ass, dragging her even closer. She gasped as his hard cock
met her soft belly.

He started to speak, but
trailed off as she tipped her head to nip his chin…trailing her
lips down to the pulse beating like a jackhammer in his neck. His
skin sizzled at the touch and he growled low in his throat. “Uh-uh.
This is supposed to be about you, Cricket.”

He pressed her back to her
flat feet then grasped her slim wrists in one hand, holding them
above her head. He stepped forward, pinning her to the wall.
Stealing under her blouse, he caressed the skin of her stomach and
slowly moved upward. She moaned and arched her back, straining
toward him.

With one finger, he traced
the very edge of her lacy bra and she groaned. “Come on, Tuck,
please.”

He covered her full,
straining breast, flicking the hard nipple with his thumb. She
stiffened, trembling and his cock leapt at her response.


I’m ready, don’t do this.
I’m ready now,” she said, sweet desperation coloring her
voice.

She was right. They didn’t
have a lot of time in any case. He slid away from her breast, down
her slightly rounded belly to her legs. When he reached the hem of
her skirt, he flipped it up then cupped her pussy. She writhed
against his hand, begging him without words for more.

He complied, squeezing and
kneading her. He gripped the satin underwear keeping him from her
slick heat and yanked hard, pleased when they came away in his
hand.


I almost came in my pants
at the table when I touched your pussy for the first time. You were
so wet, so hot.”

He plunged two fingers into
her and she cried out. Wet silk. He steeled himself against the
sensation, trying to imagine something other than how it would feel
working his cock. He pulled back and pressed his fingers deep
again.


Oh God. Jesus, Tuck. I’m
going to come like this.”

Blood rushed to his head and
he knew if she said another word he was going to explode. He
lowered his head and covered her mouth with his as he finger fucked
her in earnest.

He swallowed her cries as
she arched and pulsed against him, urging him on. Her movements
became frantic and her body stiffened.

The sound of the bathroom
door opening echoed through the room.

Cricket struggled against
his wrist, but he didn’t let go. She tried to close her thighs, but
he shoved them apart with his knee. The water began to run, the
sound barely discernible over the music playing. The stall doors
went to the floor so no one had to know they were there, as long as
they were quiet. Still, Cricket’s panicked eyes met his and he
released her lips, pressing his close to her ear.


Don’t make me stop, baby,”
he whispered. “I want to make you come here, with people bustling
right outside the door. They’ll never know,” he reassured
her.

He paused as the door a few
stalls down closed with a click. “Except maybe one guy. The one at
the bar who watched you walk in here. Maybe he’ll know. He’s
probably hard as a rock thinking about touching you the way I am
right now.”

She’d stopped struggling. He
took that as a good sign and traced her slit with his finger,
playing over her clit before thrusting deep again. She moaned and
he kissed her, nipping her plump bottom lip before rubbing his
tongue against hers. In and out, he fucked her with his fingers,
plunging deeper and faster as her body tightened. Her back bowed
taut and she sucked his tongue hard as she worked her hips in time
with his thrusts.

The bathroom door opened and
closed and then everything stopped as Cricket snapped. His world
became a pinprick and she was the focus.

He swallowed her muffled
scream as she crashed over him. His cock bucked in his pants,
weeping and twitching as her pussy clenched tight over his fingers
again and again. In the violence of her orgasm, she garnered the
strength to break her wrists free of their imprisonment. She
reached for his fly and yanked it open before he could even
protest. She tore her mouth from his and took a long, shuddering
breath. “Jesus, you win. You fucking win. Now fuck me.”

An instant later, her hot
little hand closed over his swollen dick and he saw
stars.


Oh, that’s nice,” she
hissed. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me, Tuck. Fuck
me.”

He grabbed her greedy hand
in his and held her still, trying with all his might not to pump
his hips and regain the sweet friction. If she asked him again,
he’d be lost.


I can’t.” The words sounded
guttural to his own ears, like they’d been dragged out of him. And
they had.

She tilted her head,
uncomprehending.


No condom.” He hadn’t
really thought he’d need one in the restaurant, so he’d left them
in his glove compartment back at her house. Idiot.

Her confusion faded and was
replaced with a sly smile. She pushed herself away from the wall
and put a hand to his chest, pressing him back.


Well we can’t just leave
you like that, can we? Allow me.”

She dropped to her knees in
front of him and without preamble, sucked him hard. His legs
buckled and he groaned, trying to remain upright. Her mouth was on
fire, her lips and tongue working him with enthusiasm.

He lifted a shaky hand to
her hair and wrapped a length of the tawny mass in his fist. She
looked up at him through slitted eyes and pulled him deep. The
sensitive head of his cock bumped the soft tissue at the back of
her throat before she sucked her cheeks in, creating a suction that
was almost unbearable.


Jesus, you’re going to make
me come,” he groaned. He couldn’t hold back, needing her to finish
it. He closed his eyes against the onslaught and used her hair to
guide her to take him all the way.

Her throat vibrated as she
hummed her approval and he bit back a roar. The pressure coiled low
in his loins and his balls pulled tight, ready to launch. She ran
her tongue over the head of his cock and suckled one more time and
then it was over. He was coming hard, battering her throat as his
cock jerked and pulsed. A rush of cum spurted into her magic mouth
in waves as she stroked him with her hand.

When it was finally over his
legs were weak and he leaned hard against the stall. His breathing
slowed and he released her hair, caressing it gently before
reaching for her hand. He helped her stand and she met his
gaze.

She gave him a tremulous
smile before she spoke.


So are you sure you have
condoms in your truck or do we need to go to the store?”

 

Chapter Six

As they stepped into the
warm night air, Cricket tried to remember the last time she felt so
good.

Years.

She snuggled closer to Tuck
and he smiled down at her. If he was enjoying their time together
as much as she was, they might really have the start of something
here. She was already tingly inside at the thought of the night
ahead.

He was leading her through
the crowd forming at the club next door to the restaurant when a
booming voice called out.


Mini-Mick Tucker? Holy
shit.”

Tuck slowed and an older,
slight man ran up to them from the back of the line.


Hey kiddo, it’s been so
long! Shit, we thought you was sleeping with the
fishes.”

Tuck’s expression went
flatter than a soufflé gone horribly wrong. “Sorry, you got the
wrong guy.”


Mick, come on, it’s me,
Uncle Skeet. You remember, your d—”


Look, I said you have the
wrong guy,” Tuck muttered through bone white lips.

The wiry little man’s smile
faltered and he stepped away. “Yeah, maybe. Okay.” He eye-balled
Cricket, then shifted his gaze back to Tuck. His troubled face
cleared  before he touched his finger to his nose. “Sorry to
have bothered you. I thought you were somebody I used to
know.”

Tuck laid a firm hand on
Cricket’s shoulder and led her away from the club.

What the hell was
that?
Her instincts lit up like a Golden
Girl’s birthday cake and she struggled to put the pieces
together.

They had walked a silent two
blocks before she decided to face whatever it was head on. She
tried to keep her tone light. “That was weird, huh?”

 “
Yeah. I think he must
have been drunk or something.” Tuck’s casual tone sounded forced
but she let it pass.

After another minute, he
filled the silence with idle chatter about school and some papers
he needed to grade. She listened with half an ear and responded
when it was required, but her mind was elsewhere.

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