Amy knew she should stop this madness. They were in a public bathroom, for God’s sake, with her date sitting just outside. But Lucas’s fingers were working magic, and rational thought was rapidly abandoning her.

“This doesn’t change anything,” she gasped as he slid one finger inside her, her hands still fumbling with his zipper.

Lucas smirked against her neck. “Doesn’t it?”

“No,” she insisted, even as her body arched into his touch. “You can’t just—oh!—show up and ...