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“Took you long enough.” He cups my face in his hands and devours my mouth.

I’m so taken aback by his actions that I stumble backwards. He frees one hand from my face and cups my ass, pulling me into his hard chest.

My mouth opens for him, and I eagerly invite his tongue inside. He tastes like mint and sweetness. His soap and pine scent surrounds me, and I moan into his kiss as my hands find their way up his back and clutch at his shirt.

“Tell me you’re wet for me,” he murmurs into my mouth.

“I was kind of blindsided here,” I moan again as he trails kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “I didn’t even get a good look at who stormed in here.”

Nash pauses, then bites the side of my neck. “Admit it. You’ve been wet for me since I got here.”

Correction: I’ve been wet for him since he stepped onto the field in those tight white pants. I don’t tell him that though.

“Oh, are you Nash Humphries?”

He slowly lifts his head and pierces me with his dark eyes.

Riling him up is too fun. Too sexy. He lowers his hand down my front and unbuttons my jeans without taking his eyes off me.

One fat finger slips between my lace thong and finds my wetness.

My eyes threaten to roll back, but I don’t take them off Nash’s beautiful, stormy face.

He sinks one, then two fingers into me, and my knees buckle. He holds my body up by those two fingers, and I fall back against the wall. Nash curves his finger, scraping the wall of my pussy, and I clench around him.

“Don’t stop.” My hips thrust as I fuck his fingers. I’m on the cusp of an orgasm when he slips them out, and I protest at the emptiness.

Nash picks me up and sets me on the sink, then strips my jeans down to my ankles. I spread my legs as wide as I’m able, and he drops to his knees and devours me with his mouth.

“Oh my God, Nash. That feels so good.”

He sinks his fingers back inside me and his other hand grips my thigh, squeezing it so hard I’m sure I’ll have marks tomorrow. I pray I have marks tomorrow.

Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine Nash Humphries on his knees in a restaurant bathroom eating me to oblivion. I hold onto his hair as he licks me and drives his fingers deeper.

My thighs squeeze his head and my body convulses as I muffle my orgasm. He doesn’t relent and continues to lick, suck, and bite as I ride out the waves of my high. When I finally settle, he works my jeans back up my legs.

My eyes open and I stare at his hard cock straining against his zipper. “What about you?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

Yet he tracked me down in the bathroom anyway. I don’t think about the part of me that tingles knowing he doesn’t walk around prepared to fuck. I mean, I should know that since he hasn’t had sex in three-plus years.

Correction: in four days.

I hop off the sink and push against his chest. “We don’t need one for this.” Before he can protest, I unbuckle his belt and slide down his black slacks.

He’s hard and heavy in my hand. I lower to my knees and lick the underside of his giant cock.

“Kendall. You don’t have to—”

I suck him from tip to root, and he goes silent except for the low moans rumbling from his chest. I bob my head up and down, starting out slow, but my knees burn on the hard tile.

We’ve already been in here long enough to cause a scene, so I quicken my pace and suck harder than I’ve ever sucked before.

“Fuck, Kendall. Shit. Holy fuck.” He pulls at my hair and the burn turns me on. I’ve never been into pain and leaving marks, but the thought of Nash marking me speeds me up even more.

I cup his balls with one hand and use the other to guide his cock that keeps swelling in size. Tears pool in my eyes and drool drips from the corner of my mouth, but I don’t stop, and I don’t slow down.

“You don’t have to...Fuck. I’m—”

I squeeze him tighter and he explodes, shooting warm ribbons of cum down the back of my throat.

I swallow as fast as I can but he’s coming so hard that some spills from my lips.

His loud, quick breaths are the only sound in the small bathroom.

I lick the rest of his cum from my lips before giving his softening cock one last taste.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He grips my shoulders and pulls me to my feet, then slams his mouth against mine.

There’s something dirty and erotic about tasting each other, and I only imagine what other dirty things Nash can do to me.

Keeping things light—and dirty—between us, I pat his cheek lightly before stepping away from him. “Nice win tonight. On the field and in the bathroom.” I toss him a wink before I slip through the door.

Proud of myself for keeping it together, I head to the bar and order a cranberry vodka. Three on a school night is out of character, but the orgasm in the bathroom sobered me up a touch.

“Can I have water, please?” The deep timber of his voice and the smell of pine, soap, and my arousal fills the confined space as Nash leans across me to speak to the bartender.

“Sure thing. Great pick tonight. Thought for sure Dallas was gonna score with seconds left in the game.”

“Thanks.” Nash’s breath—which still smells of me—tickles my cheek.

Not wanting him to see how much he affects me, I tilt my head. “Why, it’s Nash Potato. Fancy seeing you here.”

His gaze dips to my neck then back to my face. I pick up my cranberry drink and take a sip. Not even the tart drink can wash away the taste of him in my mouth.

“If I’m Nash Potato, you’re Gravy.”

“Gravy?” I raise a brow and sip again. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He hovers closer so no one else can hear him. “Potatoes taste best with hot, wet, gravy poured over them.”

I gulp back my lust and blink wide-eyed at him. That sexy know-it-all smirk is back.

Nash lifts a finger to his lips and sucks on it. “I can still taste your gravy on my fingers. On my tongue. But where I want to feel it now is around my cock.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I’m not the blushing type. “Too bad you don’t have a condom.” I have one in my purse, but I left it by the table. I’m not about to saunter over there and whip it out then take him back to the bathroom.

But if he keeps looking at me like he would have no problem fucking me on the bar in front of everyone, I might.

“Let’s go.”

I shake my head. “I can’t leave with you. It will blow our cover.”

Nash’s eyes dip to my neck again, then to my drink. He takes a few deep breaths, then leans across me for the water the bartender set down a few minutes ago.

He picks it up and drinks it all in one gulp. As he sets the glass back down, he bumps into my hand, knocking my drink down the front of my jersey and light-colored jeans.

I shriek and jump to my feet out of instinct.

“Oops,” he says nonchalantly, then wraps his fingers around my wrist and tugs me toward the table with our friends. “I spilled Kendall’s drink on her. I’ll take her home since I wasn’t planning on staying out late anyway.”

Rowan catches my eye and covers her smile with her hand. Smart girl. Her gaze dips to my neck like Nash’s had. It must be red with embarrassment.

“Oh, no.” Riley comes over with a stack of napkins but it’s not like she’s going to blot out the cranberry juice. “You’re soaked.”

“You have no idea.” I sigh, and Nash’s grip tightens around my wrist. I shake him off and put on my coat. “It’s not a big deal. I should call it a night anyway since I have to get up early. No need for Rowan to end her night short.”

“I’d love to stay out later since I don’t have to work until Tuesday, but if you want me to take you home I can,” Rowan says, laying on thick. A little too thick, but I love her for it.

“It’s my fault, and I’d feel bad ruining your night too, Rowan. I can take the brat home.”

I snap my head to Nash and smack his arm. “I’m not a brat.”

“Sure.”

Riley frowns at Nash and then me. “We can take you home, Kendall, if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

I give her a hug. “I’ll be more comfortable once I get out of these wet clothes.” I swear I can feel Nash’s growl even though we’re not touching. “I’m soaked to the core.” I let out a dramatic sigh, hoping I make Nash as uncomfortable as I am.

We say our goodbyes and he puts on a show of playing the perfect gentleman, keeping his hand on my lower back, guiding me out of the restaurant.

We’re a few miles from the restaurant before Nash finally speaks. “Exactly how wet are you?”

Biting back my grin, I say, “As wet as you wanted me to be.”

“You better be, Gravy. I want you so slick my cock slides right in.”