I nodded and let him lead me from the packed dance floor, and out of the room. As he strode down the hall and stopped at the cloakroom, I assumed he was collecting his coat so that we could go on to somewhere else.
“Take a break and close up for a while.” He spoke to the cloakroom attendant as though he owned the place. No, as though he owned the world. Arrogance wasn’t normally a trait I looked for in a man, but somehow his commanding douchebag routine was pushing all my buttons.
“Excuse me? I can’t just—”
He reached into the inside pocket of his tux jacket, retrieved a wad of notes, and thrust them at her. “You can. I mean it. Take. A. Break.” She hesitated for a split second, looking at the notes suspiciously before reaching for them. Then she exited her booth hurriedly, closing the serving doors as she did.
My “date” turned to me, pulling me toward the cloakroom.
“Come on.”
My moral compass told me to refuse—anonymous sex in a closet wasn’t usually my style, but then again, it was an abnormal day at the end of an epically abnormal week. Moral compass be damned! I followed him into the cloakroom.
The door was barely shut behind us before he was up against me.
“Take off your panties.”
“Wha—?”
“You heard me. I want you from behind, and I don’t need them getting in the way.”
“I’m not wearing any.” It was the truth. My slinky fitted dress didn’t leave room for underwear—not even a thong.
“Fuck. You’re killing me here.” He pounced on me then, crashing his lips to mine in a punishing kiss. It couldn’t have been more different from kissing Jonathan, and I was glad. Different from Jonathan was exactly what I needed. When we finally came up for air I was close to coming, without him even touching me below the waist.
“I want you.” My voice was thick with lust.
“I know. Turn around and brace yourself against the wall.”
As I followed his instructions, I came to my senses a little. “Condom?”
“Yeah, I have it covered.”
Thank God.
I watched him over my shoulder, admiring his junk as he sheathed up. His dick was as pretty as the rest of him. No surprises there.
He approached me, placing one hand next to one of mine on the wall, the other on my waist, and his mouth just below my ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you till you forget whatever it is you don’t want to remember.”
He pushed hard into me and made good on his promise. When my orgasm exploded through my body, I forgot everything except him.
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