My need is growing stronger by the second. That familiar desire is throbbing between my legs, and my hips begin to move against Rafe's. His own body mirrors my movements, pushing me rhythmically back against the stall, sliding his stiff arousal against me through our pants.

Suddenly his hands drop from my breasts. He grabs my ass - one hand on each side - and hoists me up. I hook my legs around his hips, still grinding against him, still hardly believing how wanton I'm being ...