Being the gentlemen they were, the whole table stood as I exited the private room and made my way down the hall.

I located the ladies room and rushed in and shut the door, leaning against the cold tiled walls. After taking a moment to collect myself, I moved to the sink and turned on the water.

I was splashing some cold water on my face when I heard the door swish open. A hand grabbed me as I was drying my face off, and a second later, it had spun me around. My gasp of surprise was deadened by Nathan’s lips on mine as he pulled my body flush to his.

“Baby, baby… Fuck,” he whispered with a groan. His hand grabbed mine and moved it down, placing it over the rock hard length hidden beneath the fabric of his suit pants. “Feel what you f**king do to me.”

I moaned, my lips searching out his while I rubbed and squeezed him. It earned me a growl, his eyes dark, showing the predatory sexual animal in him I desired.

“I need you. I need you now, or I’m never going to make it through the rest of this meeting without throwing you on the table and f**king you right there,” he whispered into my ear.

I shivered at his words, my body igniting, moisture soaking my panties. He grabbed hold of me and we walked backward toward the wall.

“Nathan, we don’t have time,” I protested as he spun me around to face it.

He bit down on my neck. “We’d better be quick then.”

His hand pressed on my back, and I leaned forward, my hands bracing against the wall. My legs spread while his hands moved under my skirt, pushing it up and over the curve of my ass. The sound of his belt coming undone echoed off the tile walls, followed by his zipper dropping.

His finger grasped onto my panties and pulled them down just enough to expose my throbbing wet pu**y.

“Dripping for me already, baby? Such a f**king slut, you are.” His voice was husky, making his dirty talk that much more powerful.

With a quick push, he slid between my folds and set up a lightning pace. I tried to remain quiet, which was always a difficult task whenever he was inside me. A few muffled mewls leaked out of my clenched lips. My hips pushed back against him, driving him deeper.

“Fuck. That’s it, give it to me.”

It took everything I had not to scream, but I couldn’t keep it in when he slammed into me hard.

“You have to be quiet, little whore, or else they’ll hear you and come in here. And I don’t want them to interrupt my c**k pounding your pu**y. It feels too f**king good,” he said with a moan. He hissed out a “fuck” when I tightened around him at his words. His hand moved from my hip to my mouth and he pushed two fingers in. “Suck.”

I complied, my tongue working around the digits. I bit down when he found my sweet spot and continued to pound into it. My legs were shaking, my body tensing.

My mouth opened and my head tilted back, his fingers slipping from my lips. His hand then went to cover my mouth, stifling my cries as my walls clenched around him.

He continued to pound me, and I loved the feeling of my orgasm crashing around him, before he let go. The motions of his hips were erratic as he released inside of me, before stilling flush against my ass. He drew in a hard, ragged breath, the erotic sound causing me to moan.

He leaned forward, pressing his head against my back, one hand holding his weight against the wall. “Fuck, baby. That was…fucking great.”

I let out a little laugh and shook my head. “You are so bad.”

As my brain cleared, I realized the situation we were in.

I’m f**king out of my mind and out of control…

What was I thinking leaving the table? Of course he’d follow me; he was already fingering me before I’d left without any qualms even though we’d been in the middle of a business luncheon.

My head spun at the thought of getting caught in here with him.

How did he always make me forget everything that mattered to me—or used to matter?

My job was important to me, but Nathan meant more.

My chest clenched as I thought about what he meant to me.

“We need to get back out there,” I reminded him since he was still behind me, bent over me, panting.

I needed to get my head back on straight and my panties as well. At least until the work day was over—then I could be what he needed, do what he needed.

After a moments rest, he pushed off the wall and removed himself from me. I whimpered at the loss, and he let out a little chuckle before leaning down and kissing the top of my head.

“Come on, Honeybear, we better get cleaned up real quick and get back out there before they send out a search party,” he said.

I snorted at the way he made it sound like I hadn’t just said the exact same thing, except without the nickname. He began zipping his pants back up, and I rolled my eyes.

It was amazing how he could go from brutal f**king one minute to lighthearted and silly the next. It was the Nathan no one else saw but me, and I reveled in that fact.

A smile spread from ear-to-ear as I straightened out my appearance. I evened out my breathing and smoothed my hair back in place.

A minute later, we were both inspecting ourselves in the mirror real quick to make sure we were presentable before attempting to sneak out of the bathroom. We walked back through the hall to the private room, and in the journey, I tried to make my legs behave, but I was still a little jelly-legged.

“There she is,” Benjamin said with a smile. “And she found Nathan.”

I smiled as I sat down, followed by Nathan. No one seemed to notice anything as I gazed around the table, until I reached Andrew’s face. He wasn’t looking at me, but considering there was food in front of him, it didn’t surprise me.

But something seemed to be brewing behind his blue eyes.

“We sent Andrew out to find you two, but he came back empty handed,” Benjamin said as he speared a piece of the pork chop in front of him.

I froze at Benjamin’s revelation.

“I caught her coming out of the ladies room and dragged her outside with me for a minute,” Nathan interjected, pulling me from my internal musings and coming up with something halfway plausible. “We had something we needed to discuss.”

Andrew didn’t say much for the remainder of the luncheon, or when we returned to the office. Even when he did speak, it was with effort and he wasn’t smiling. I began to worry he had, indeed, heard us and what that might mean.

At the end of the day, we packed up, loaded into our respective vehicles and headed home. Nathan and I greeted Mike upon entering and stepped into the elevator together.