It was scandalous to be in a bathroom at dinner pushed back against the wall as your walking desire stared at you like a piece of meat, like I was the appetizer. Our waiter was no doubt searching for us at this point, probably thinking that we left, but I could only focus on Cole rubbing my inner thigh as his lips pressed to my neck, kissing me sensually.
As much as I wanted to do this with him, even here in this bathroom, I pushed him away from me with a smile spread wildly across my lips. “Our waiter is probably back with our wine, and my throat is suddenly feeling parched.”
“I bet it is,” Cole responded, rolling his hips into mine. “If you make me wait, I may not be in the mood by the time we leave here.”
We both knew that was a lie. Cole has been unable to keep his
