214. Lover Boy

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 expect me to—” He curled his finger just right, and whatever argument she was building dissolved into a soft moan. “What was that?” he murmured, adding a second finger. “You are insufferable,” she managed to say, finally getting his zipper down. Lucas chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. “And you’re still on a date with the wrong man.” He entered her in one smooth thrust, swallowing her cry with his mouth. The feeling of fullness, of rightness, was overwhelming. Amy clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulder