"Baby..." he moaned against your ear.
You put down your phone, just as you were about to snap a photo of the two of you. "Jiyong, we're in public," you whispered, hoping nobody else at your table was paying attention to your conversation. Looking around, you saw that they were immersed in their own business.
All of a sudden, you felt his cool fingers brushing up your thigh. He reached his way in and your legs clenched together by instinct.
turned to face him and stopped his hand.
"Wait until we get home."
His eyes were dark and his lids drooped when he stole a glance at your lips. "I can't..." He took a little peck at your lips and you realized he was telling the truth. His kiss was hungry even though you two had just finished your dessert.
As you pulled away, he looked absolutely tortured and you knew you couldn't just leave him like this. You gulped nervously before turning to the other guests. "Excuse me," you murmured to your friends. "I'll be in the bathroom if you need me. I'm not feeling too well."
After your friends nodded and let you go, you stood even though Jiyong's touch still lingered on your arms.
-
Ten minutes had passed. Where the hell was he?
You couldn't believe you were doing this, not even while you pulled out your phone and called him.
He picked up quickly and you could hear the impatience in his voice. But you were impatient, too.
"Where are you?" you complained.
"Huh?" He sounded dazed, as if not expecting your raspy breaths between each word.
You moaned after hearing his deep voice. You lowered your own, hoping nobody but he could hear you. "I'm going to come soon, Jiyong." Your fingers mimicked how he would sensually play with you and it was particularly difficult now to control your breathing.
"You're-" He seemed to understand what you were doing in the bathroom after a short pause. "Wait for me, baby, I'll be right there." He, too, had lowered his voice until it felt like he was whispering right in your ear again.
"Quickly," you pleaded and heard him telling your friends that he was going to take you home. You had to keep quiet but it was hard when he began talking in the phone again.
Just like you, he sounded out of breath. "Which bathroom are you in?"
"The one on the right," you squeaked as you neared your climax.
"Open for me," he ordered in a hush voice.
You whined but stood up and unlocked the door. In an instant, your boyfriend was inside. He towered over you in his dark suit and threw your bag to the floor. He locked the door so that it said "occupied" on the other side and then pushed you against the opposite wall, kissing you with feverishly.
"I didn't know you were getting ready for me," he commented after the heated kiss and shoved his hands up the tight skirt of your white dress. "I thought you were running away to keep me from touching you."
"Would that have worked?" You couldn't stop thinking about all the things he would do to you in this small room and the numerous ways the two of you could be discovered.
He smirked menacingly. "No." He stopped your hand when you tried to push off the jacket of his suit. "No time for clothing," he said before he steered you to the sink.
Holding onto the mirror, you propped a leg on the edge of the small sink and immediately stiffened. You were already wet down there and the coolness of the air was a shock to your system.
