GLORIA

His lips barely left mine as his hand slid down, his fingertips brushing over my thigh, slow enough to make me shudder. He didn’t rush… he wanted me to suffer for coming, for choosing him, for risking everything just to be in this stall with him.

His hand traced the outline of my panties, the fabric already damp, and my whole body jerked at the contact. I tried to bite back the moan, but he knew and kissed me greedily.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pressing harder, rubbing over the ...