as I stood, which ended up with me brushing against his front.
That’s when I felt his cock.
It was hard.
I’d been so preoccupied with not looking at it, not giving away what I was feeling, that I’d not been paying attention to how he was feeling.
He didn’t stiffen or pull away, and in fact leaned further into me when I had no other choice but to brush by him to get out into the aisle.
Taking my hand, he led me to the door of the courtroom and down a long corridor.
I spied the bathroom and was surprised when he walked right past it and continued on as if he hadn’t seen it.
“That was…”
“We’re not going to that one. If I have to take my shirt off, then I’m going to the one that’s less frequently used,” he muttered.
He had a point.
If he didn’t want to be seen, I wouldn’t go to the closer one either.
But the one that was less frequently used was actually so far at the back of the building that I was surprised he’d even known it was there.
“Um,” I said as he pulled me into the men’s side of the restroom. “How did you know this was here?”
He looked at me.
“Do you really want to know how?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure.
The way he put it, I had a feeling that it had a lot to do with a woman.
And if that was the case, then no, I did not want to know.
I mean, logically I knew that Croft wasn’t a monk. He’d dated quite a few people since I’d known him.
But if he so much as said anything about bringing a girl in here… I just might murder him.
“Yes,” I said, even though my stomach was flipping.
“Okay, so I ate a bad burrito at lunch…” he started.
I held up my hand. “Never mind.”
“No, you’re hearing it all,” he said. “You asked and…”
“No, really. I thought it had something to do with a girl,” I blurted.
Because, although I really thought Croft was hot, there was no way in hell that I was going to talk to him about bodily functions such as the one where he was going with his burrito story.
He laughed and reached past me to open the door to the men’s room.
I looked inside and was startled to see that it was only a two-person bathroom.
Or, at least, there were two stalls.
“You know,” I said. “Y’all get all this extra shit.” I pointed at the four urinals that were lined against the wall. “Then we women have to go into the bathroom with the two stalls. And you wonder why it takes us two and three times as long.”
He looked around. “Your bathroom really only has two?”
“Probably. Or three, if there’s a stall where your urinals are,” I pointed. “Take your shirt off.”
He did, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.
I swallowed hard when my eyes were automatically brought to his crotch.
He was wearing bright red underwear today, so there was no other choice but to look due to the differences between the black pants over top of them.
“Stop looking at my dick,” he ordered.
I started to think about that kiss that we’d shared earlier, the one that’d been so hot that I’d been wet since we’d left his house.
“Stop,” he growled.
My eyes flashed to his, and I wasn’t even embarrassed that I’d been caught.
“I can’t help it,” I admitted. “It’s hard.”
It being his penis.
“You know how when your adrenaline gets pumping and when you’re done, you want to fuck or fight?” he wondered.
“No,” I whispered.
That was a lie. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Well, I want to fuck you. I’ve been hard since this morning. I’ve been denying myself for over two years now. Watching you prance around in those tight booty shorts that barely cover your lower cheeks. But having you here? In my place? It’s making me hot as fuck, and I want to fuck you against this wall,” he growled.
I wanted him to fuck me against the wall.
“We can’t,” I bit my lip. “We’re in a public bathroom.”
I would, really I would, but we both had reputations to uphold, and sadly, the very last place we needed to do that was in his place of business.
“I took you to a bathroom that nobody uses,” he countered. “Is that the only thing that’s bothering you?”
“You’re killing me.” I licked my lips, shifting from foot to foot to relieve the ache.
“I don’t want to kill you.” He started to stalk