“Parker, please,” I urge.

His finger slips inside me, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sudden entrance. “Watch me. Watch the way I make you feel good. The way your lips part and your skin heats with my touch. Watch me, Aundrea.”

I open my eyes and he slips another finger inside. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, moving his fingers faster and deeper. Then he glides up to my swollen clit, rubbing me in hard, fast circles that have me rocking against his palm.

“Right there, don’t move … oh my God.”

“Not yet, babe, I want to feel you around me when you explode.” He stops touching me and I wince at the unexpected loss. Parker laughs. “Don’t worry, babe.”

He turns me around and lifts me onto the counter. I pull my skirt up to my waist and Parker pulls down my yellow thong and drops it on the counter next to me.

I unbutton his pants quickly and he pulls out the hardness that I so desperately need.

I spread my legs, opening myself to him. I’ve never had sex in a public bathroom before and, honestly, I find it exciting. Adrenaline washes through me at the thought that we could be caught, which just excites me even more.

“Not so fast.” He pauses, staring at me.

“What?” I ask in frustration.

He looks down and I follow his gaze. He’s stroking himself slowly. I watch as he plays with himself, wrapping his hand tighter around his shaft.

“You do this to me. You make me hard with just one look—the look that burns in your eyes when you’re thinking about me being inside you. You drive me crazy … I want to make you just as crazy.”

“By provoking me?”

“No, by not being allowed to touch me. Hold onto the edge of the counter and don’t let go.”

“Parker,” I groan. I’m not about to just sit there while he has sex with me.

“Do it,” he says sternly, still stroking himself. “Or you get to sit there and watch me finish myself off.”

“Parker!” Is this man crazy?

He winks. Reluctantly, I give in and hold onto the counter.

“Good. Now, don’t let go, or I stop.” He pulls me closer to the edge of the counter and traces my folds with his finger. I close my eyes and wait for him to enter me, but he doesn’t. When he lets out a small sigh of pleasure, I open my eyes again.

He’s sucking his finger, sampling me. “You taste so. Fucking. Good.”

“Pa—”

He thrusts inside of me without warning.

“Shit!” I scream. It’s so loud I know whoever is outside the bathroom heard it. Parker moves inside me, deep and fast, filling every inch. He slams harder into me with each thrust and I start to call out his name.

“Shh, babe.” His hand comes up to cover my cries of pleasure.

I try to keep my moaning to a minimum, but he makes it difficult as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. My head falls back, my lips part, and I hold onto the counter with everything I have.

Parker kisses my neck. “Come on, baby, let me feel you.”

I call out his name as I release the high within me. I shudder with waves of pleasure as Parker slows down his pace. We kiss, our tongues finding one another. He tastes of beer with a hint of me. When he finds his own release, my mouth muffles the sound of him calling out my name.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow,” Parker says, breathing heavily.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” I say, releasing the counter and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“What’s that?”

“Have sex in a bathroom.”

“Really?”

I wave it off as if it’s no big deal. I never thought it would actually ever happen.

“Huh, I never would have guessed that.”

“What can I say? You’ve awakened my senses and made me want to explore everything in life. Now, handsome, let’s get cleaned up and back out to our table before the search party comes after us.”

We give each other a quick once over and exit the bathroom. When we round the corner, Jason, Genna, Kevin, and Jean are all smiles as the waitress drops off another round of drinks.

“Did you two get lost?” Jean taunts.

“Or fall in?” Genna counters.

Parker and I look at each other, shaking our heads. “We ran into a classmate of mine,” I explain quickly.

“Whatever. Look at their faces. Those two totally just fucked,” Kevin says.

“What? No we didn’t.” I shake my head, then sit and chug the water in front of me. The cold liquid is cool and refreshing after our recent heat.

“Right, that’s why Parker’s zipper is down and your shirt is flipped up at the bottom. Looks like a quickie to me.”

Parker and I both quickly look down at ourselves, then each other, but we’re both dressed correctly.

“Gotcha!” He breaks out in laughter. “You two are so busted.”

I shake my head, but don’t hide my smile. Parker sips his beer with a faint smile while the others stare at us.

“Do you blame me? Look at her?” Parker finally says against the rim of his beer.

I flush. Parker reaches over and traces the color I know is in my cheeks.

“Well, then. Now that we’ve established those two just got lucky, how about we drink!” Jean chants, raising her martini glass.

“I’ll toast to that!” Kevin says.

Parker leans back in his chair and gives me a wink as he sips his beer. I wink back, tasting my pineapple lemon drop martini.