But because that made no sense at all, I ignored it, forced it down, and focused on the tangible things.
Like how soft her skin was beneath my fingers as I squeezed her breasts once more before sliding my hands back down over her bustier.
My fingers worked her button and zipper free.
Impatient, rock-hard already, I grabbed her pants and panties, dragging them downward, allowing me to grab her bare ass for a second before sliding my fingers between her thighs, feeling the proof of her desire.
"So wet for me already," I murmured into her ear, feeling her body tremble. At my touch, at my words, I wasn't sure. It didn't matter.
Danny's face turned inward, burying in my neck. Maybe I was imagining it, but I could have sworn she took a deep breath, almost like she was breathing the scent of me in.
But before I could analyze that too much, my finger thrust into her tight pussy, and other thoughts flew out of my head as I watched our reflections as I finger fucked her.
"Fuck me," Danny demanded, voice tight, desperate. "Now," she added. "We don't have a lot of time."
That was true.
There'd been a strong, unfamiliar desire to take my time, to explore every inch of her, to edge her until she was screaming for my cock.
But I had my men waiting for me.
And it wouldn't be too long until someone needed to use the restroom.
On a grumble, my fingers slid out of her, finding a condom in my wallet, freeing myself, then slipping it on.
When I looked up again, I found Danny's gaze on me in the mirror. Intense. But, apparently, skittish. Because the second she was caught looking at me, her gaze slid away for a moment.
My hand moved up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades. "Grab the counter," I demanded, bending her forward, making her ass stick out toward me.
My cock slid between her lips, lubricating me, before pressing against the entrance to her pussy, then pausing.
My gaze lifted, finding hers again, soaking in the pure desperation in her face before she wiggled her ass against me, pushed back, made my cock inch in slightly.
Grabbing her shoulder to hold her in place, I slammed inside her with one hard, deep thrust.
"Fuck," Danny hissed, grabbing the sides of the sink as her walls tightened around my cock, holding on tight.
I lost all control then.
I fucked her hard and fast, taking every inch of her tight pussy as I did so, the sounds of our bodies slamming together echoing off the walls mixing with our ragged breathing, our muffled groans.
"Fuck, babe," I hissed as her walls got tighter and tighter as she got closer and closer. "Come," I demanded. "Come for me," I insisted.
Her hisses got louder as she got to the edge. My free hand slapped over her mouth, muffling her cries against my palm as she came, her pussy clenching my cock over and over, milking my orgasm from me, leaving us both sweating, panting, and drained in the aftermath.
"What's wrong with us?" Danny asked a moment later, reaching to slip her tits back into her bustier, then zipping her hoodie back up as I tossed the condom and tucked myself away.
"Mutual need of stress relief?" I suggested, watching as she turned to me with a smirk.
"Well, that's not untrue," she agreed.
"Were you coming here looking for me?" I asked.
"I honestly forgot you owned this place until I saw you," she said. "I was coming from a movie."
"Alone? Your men don't think you should have a bodyguard right now?"
"They don't have much of a say," she said, shrugging. "I might get some griping when my vice president gets back tomorrow. Which was why I wanted one more night out."
"I've been babysitting my bodyguards," I admitted with a smirk. "They like your server."
"Speaking of, I should be getting back to my table," she said, and I wasn't sure if she was worried about us getting caught, or because she wanted an excuse to get away from me.
It shouldn't have, but the idea of the latter made my stomach twist into a knot.
"Yeah, I have to get going too," I agreed.
From there, Danny kept an eye while I slipped back into the kitchen before going back to her table.
I needed a minute.
Back in my office, I sat down, cradling my head in my hands for a long moment, trying to wrap my head around the situation with Danny. But after ten minutes of that, I had no new revelations.
So I grabbed my folder, and made my way back to the front of the diner. Where I found Dezi waiting for me while Sway chatted up the redheaded waitress.
"Office must be a mess, boss man," Dezi said, pulling apart a cinnamon roll from his position perched on the counter.
"Yeah," I agreed, even though the office was immaculate.