KEIRA’s POV

The one thing I had never imagined I would be doing was begging for sex in a restaurant toilet stall. This was unlike me, but my body refused to listen to reason. I had been riled up and needed to be satiated. There was no way I could wait until we eventually left the restaurant.

My hands were planted firmly on his chest, and as I slid them downwards, I could feel him flinch from my touch.

"Clint," I whispered his name.

He twitched, and his reaction excited me ...