I was reacquainted with Harry and Delaney, who had already had an impressive amount of wine to drink.
Dominic’s friend Mike with the Garfield tie seemed to take a liking to the petite Missie. Ruth dove into an argument about bourbon barrel aging with one of the other financial types. Gola’s new boyfriend showed up, and I watched their sweet, nervous greeting with joy.
Dominic was deep in discussion with one of his former coworkers about very boring-sounding reports when he subtly tapped his watch without even looking at me.
I grinned. If he wanted to play a private little game, I was more than willing to kick his ass at it. I excused myself from Gola and her boyfriend and followed the service hallway to a short flight of stairs with signs for the restrooms. I found the ladies’ room tucked away on the second floor just outside a darkened private dining room.
Inside, I successfully shimmied out of my workout tights and underwear before taking a picture of my pretty pink thong and attaching it to a text.
Me: Mission accomplished.
I sent a second picture. This one of… Well, let’s just say it was what my underwear had been covering.
I smirked to myself as I got dressed again, imagining Dominic’s face when he saw the texts.
Still feeling awfully proud of myself, I slipped out of the restroom. And found myself crushed between Dominic’s pelvis and the wall.
He was ragingly hard. I could feel his unyielding erection pressed against the soft of my belly. More promises.
He kissed me like it was the only thing he’d had on his mind for years. Hungry. Demanding. Desperate.
“Give them to me, Ally.” His voice was a filthy, carnal growl. And it couldn’t have turned me on more than if he’d said it completely naked with his cock pointing at me.
Breathing heavily, I reached into the pocket of my sweatshirt and handed over my underwear.
Pinning me with his gaze, he brought the crumpled, cheap pink lace to his nose. My jaw fell open, and once again, I found myself questioning whether I was about to wake up from a coma in a hospital room somewhere.
God, I hoped it wasn’t going to be right this second. Because Dominic had plans for me.
He half dragged, half carried me through the doorway of the dark dining room and then spun me around to face the wall.
My heart was in my throat. My mouth was dry with need. All I wanted in this entire world was this man. Nothing else existed when he touched me like this.
“I can’t not touch you, Ally,” he groaned in my ear, nipping at the lobe as he shoved his hand down the front of my pants.
I braced my palms on the wall as he leaned his weight into me.
“Yes.” It came out as a hiccup. Because the very bad man slid two very nice fingers deep inside me, and I forgot how to do unnecessary things like breathe. “Dominic.”
He pumped his fingers into me over and over again as my greedy flesh clamped down on him. My legs, now officially some sort of jelly, started to tremble.
“I want you, Dom. I want you inside me.”
“Fuck, baby.”
I didn’t know what I was saying, and I sure as hell didn’t think he’d actually do anything about it, but then he was pulling those lovely fingers out of me and shoving my pants down to mid-thigh. I still thought he was kidding, until I heard his fucking zipper.
“Dom!” I hissed.
“You asked, sweetheart. And I’m giving it to you. I live to give you what you want, Ally.” He growled the words against my neck as he bent his knees and lined up that satin-smooth crown with my center.
“Hold still,” he ordered.
I went stock-still and held my breath for good measure. He gave one short, sharp thrust and sank into me. The angle allowed for only shallow penetration, but holy hell was it good enough for me. Apparently for Dom, too, because he brought one hand to my belly and the other under my sweatshirt to dip into my sports bra.
He teased me with shallow thrusts while tugging at my nipple.
“I love that you want me this badly.” He grunted his confession in my ear. “You’re always so wet like you’ve been thinking about me as much as I think about you.”
“I do,” I promised.
I did. I would have been willing to bet more.
His thrusts were coming faster now. Short, jerky motions that turned me on to no end. There was no real satisfaction for me in this position, but I knew Dominic would always take care of me.
“I want to come, Ally. Will you let me?” he rasped.
“Yes,” I hissed.
It was all he needed. He moved, releasing my breast and pressing me against the wall, bracing his forearm against my shoulders. He pulled out of me, and I felt the slick, wet slide. I couldn’t tell what he was doing with his free hand. But then I felt the synthetic lace against my ass and knew.
Dominic Russo had my thong wrapped around his hand while he fucked his fist.
My knees went out, but he held me pinned to the wall.
“I’m going to make you come so hard tonight, Ally. My Ally,” he crooned in my ear. The sound of hard, mean strokes on flesh turned me into a ball of need.
I was living out a dark fantasy that had wreaked havoc on my imagination ever since that night I found him in the washroom. This was what I’d wanted then.
“Ally.” He groaned, low and guttural, sliding the head of his cock through my folds.
He came.
Hard.
I felt the first hot burst of it up against my clit, and then he was fucking his way between my ass cheeks, ending at that greedy bundle of nerves. Once, twice, and out of nowhere, my own impossible orgasm took me hostage.
He kept right on nudging my clitoris, kept right on coming. Branding me from front to back with his seed.
Whatever didn’t get soaked up by my underwear, coated my slit, dampened my thighs.
“Baby,” he said, and I felt the final volley of his orgasm explode against that tight ring of muscle between my cheeks.
It was dirty, hedonistic, and downright wrong. I freaking loved it.
“I couldn’t wait,” he panted, making no move to pull back from me. His dick was wedged between my thighs, and he was still making tiny, gentle thrusts.
“Me neither.”
This was a new, interesting version of the walk of shame for me. Returning to friends we’d abandoned mere minutes ago with dirty, sweaty lust written all over our faces. Even the historically and heroically unreadable Dominic couldn’t hide his smile.
Conversation came to a screeching halt when we returned to our group. Someone had ordered a few bottles of wine, and everyone paused mid-sample to stare at us.
“I told you you should have let me come back down first,” I whispered out of the side of my mouth.
“Baby, not on your life. You’re not getting five steps from me before I make you come again,” he intoned back.
“How was the bathroom?” Harry asked with a knowing grin.
“Ally, what are you planning for Dominic’s birthday next month?” Delaney asked, listing dangerously to the left on her barstool. “Have you convinced him to have a party?”
“Your birthday!” I turned to him, visions of birthday cakes dancing in my head.
“No. Absolutely not,” he said emphatically.
“No what?”
“No birthday.”