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“What’s that?” I ask, lifting my chin. Trying desperately to pretend that I’m not standing here topless in a public restroom, staring at one of the hottest guys I’ve ever known.

“I always walk through them if I want what’s on the other side.” With that, he crosses the restroom in a single stride and catches my chin in one hand, wraps his other arm around my waist. Next thing I know, his lips collide with mine, and I forget that I’m half-naked, forget where we are.

I forget everything but Zayne.

His mouth parts, and his tongue invades. I let him claim me, twine my tongue with his while our hands roam across each other’s bodies. I run one hand through his thick blond hair, along the back of his neck, while my other hand traces the hem of his shirt. Slips underneath to press my palm flat against his hot, bare back.

He grips my waist with both hands and crushes me tight against him. I can feel the hard press of his cock against my belly, and when I wriggle against him, he pulses against me, groans faintly into our kiss.

I tilt my head to let him kiss me more deeply, then gasp when he catches my lower lip between his teeth, bites down gently. His hands trail up my waist to my breasts, and trace underneath, above, circling around them. His lips leave mine, and I gasp again in protest, but then I don’t have time to think about it, because he’s kissing his way along my jawline, down the side of my neck. His stubble scratches against my soft skin, but I love it, the sharp contrast between his stubble and his soft mouth, his hot tongue wet against my neck.

He nips at the skin just below my ear, and a shiver runs through my entire body as I crush him tighter against me.

His hands finally reach my nipples, and he rolls them between his forefingers and thumbs. I moan, sinking against him, loving the sensation of his strong, muscular body, so hard against mine. I tug at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against my skin. He pauses to let me pull it off, then he’s right back on me, squeezing my breasts hard enough to make me gasp, his mouth tracing my neck down to my shoulder, my collarbone. I lean back, and he dips down to suck one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened tip, as his other hand continues to work my other breast.

The sink digs into my side as he leans into me. I glance over his shoulder, check the door, realizing someone could walk in at any moment. I should care. But it’s hard to think about that, when Zayne is pressed against me. With his free hand, he traces my spine, down, down, pausing at the small of my back to flatten his palm against my skin, and then he slips his fingers down the back of my panties, the thin fabric giving way easily to his rough touch. He grabs my ass, squeezes hard, and I arch my hips into his, loving the feeling of his hard cock pressed against my belly, his hips digging into mine.

He pushes me backwards, into the sink, and the cool porcelain a sharp contrast to his hot skin.

My clit feels like it’s swollen, a fat weight between my legs that’s begging me to take this farther. To let him take me, fuck me right here over this sink.

But when I glance away from him, remember where we are, my heart sinks a little.

I want to fuck him—desperately. I want to feel his thick cock inside me, and let him take what he wants from me. I want him to fuck me so hard I can’t walk, just the way he promised, and then I want to fuck him again and again until both of us will be sore in the morning but neither of us will care.

But not here. Not like this. Hooking up in the bathroom of a dingy little corner pub…

Zayne leans away from me, and follows my gaze. He must read my mind, because a moment later, he stoops down to scoop his shirt and my dress off the floor, and passes me mine. “As much as I’m enjoying you, Clove, I have to admit I’m not really into restroom hookups.”

I accept my dress with a grateful half-smile. “You read my mind.”

His eyes fix on me, still taking in my body hungrily. “So what’s say we blow this joint?”

“Your place or mine?” I lift an eyebrow.

He grins. “They’re the same address, so that makes it easy.”

My cheeks flush. Of course. I should have figured he’d live in the building too. Damn, this is becoming a worse upon worse idea. And yet, I feel myself bend to pick up my bra, all the while shooting him a flirty grin. “Let’s decide on the walk, then.”