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    I barely heard his voice over the sound of my heart beating, so it took me a moment to react to his statement. I pushed on his chest, trying to create some space between our bodies, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. His hands left my arms and wrapped around my hips, holding me even closer. I watched him warily.
     
    “Where are you taking me then?”
     
    “To my bathroom.”
     
    “Your… bathroom?”
     
    He nodded. “I thought I’d be nice and let you use mine instead of waiting in line for the other one,” he answered coyly, “and if you feel like thanking me in some way… well, I wouldn’t say no.”
     
    “I’m not going to kiss a stranger just so I can use a washroom,” I sputtered.
     
    “Who said anything about kissing?” His smile widened. He tugged on my hips, pulling me off balance and causing me to wrap my hands around his massive arms to keep from faceplanting onto his chest.
     
    “I thought you didn’t need to force your women,” I replied dryly.
     
    He smirked. “I don’t.”
     
    He lent down and brushed a kiss across my lips. Surprised, I let out a gasp, which he took as an invitation.
     
    I whimpered as his sharp teeth grazed my lower lip and opened my mouth to his assault. With my compliance, his hands shifted from my hips to my nape and lower back , locking me in place as his tongue took possession.
     
    My hands travelled up his arms, pushing up the sleeves of his t-shirt. My nails dug into his shoulders in response to a particularly sharp nip of his teeth on my lips, eliciting an earthy groan from him. Shifting his weight, he bent further down toward me, causing my erect nipples to rub against his broad chest.
     
    I wrapped my legs around his waist, unwilling to give up the sensations shooting from my sensitive nipples to my sopping wet pussy as he lifted me up and pushed me back against the wall of the hallway. The forceful thrust of his hips and the relentless pressure of his pelvis against mine reminded me of my urgent need for a washroom.
     
    I tore my mouth away from his, shaking my hair out of his fist. Undeterred, his mouth rooted under the cover of my leather jacket and latched onto the top of my breast, leaving wet marks behind. I slapped at his shoulders, pulling him out of his lustful haze. When he finally brought his eyes up to mine I gasped, “Bathroom.”
     
    Panting, he slowly put me back down and took a hold of my wrist again, this time rubbing his thumb back and forth across the inside of my wrist as we walked down the hall. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to calm down my heart rate or speed it up, but whatever he was doing, I was hooked. Pulling me into a small office, he pointed to the en-suite and took a seat on the couch, apparently prepared to wait until I was done.
     
    I hurried into the bathroom and quickly did my business. Looking at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands, I didn’t recognize the seductress that stood in front of me. My lips were red and swollen and my hair had come out of my carefully designed hairstyle, tumbling around my shoulders and giving me a softer look. My normally pale skin, which rarely sees sunlight due to the time I spend studying, finally had some color.
     
    I was stunned by my bold behavior with a man I’d just met, and was embarrassed that I, for all intents and purposes, had my tongue down some stranger’s throat. Taking a quick look outside the door, I shyly cleared my throat and asked, “So, um, I didn’t quite catch your name.”
     
    The corner of his lip curled into an amused smirk and he answered ,“James Avery.”
     
    I took a slow step out of the bathroom. “Is this really your office?”
     
    James sat back casually, the breadth of his body taking up most of the space on the couch. “Yes, I’m the Vice President of the club.”
     
    “Oh… cool,” I said lamely. I chastised myself for my inept flirting. The copious amounts of liquid courage I’d consumed