She says nothing, so I take that as a yes.

I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. Her breathing picks up and she puts a hand on the bathroom stall as I press towards her. She’s shaking. “Vaughn, I’m not sure. I really have an aversion to public—”

“Why, Grace?” I turn her around, pull her close, and hold her tight. “Why does it scare you?”

“Because I don’t want anyone to catch us.”

“What will happen if they do?” I lean in so I can see her face and figure out how deep her fear runs. She’s very serious.

“I know what you’re getting at. Who cares, right? Nothing is going to happen, but that’s not the issue.”

“That is the issue, Grace. Is it sexy? Does it turn you on? I know it does because you’re wet. So what’s stopping you from enjoying yourself with me? Now. Here. Or this morning in front of your bungalow.”

“I just…” She looks up at me, pleading for me to understand.

“You just don’t know how to give in, Grace. I told you, I don’t want people to see you naked. Your body is for my eyes only. I don’t want them to walk in any more than you do, but I want you to submit to me when I ask. Even if it means it makes you uncomfortable.”

She opens her mouth to protest but the door swings open and several women come in, laughing and joking. The stall walls shake as they enter on either side of us, and then the doors bang closed.

Grace takes a deep breath.

The girls talk over our stall to each other as they pee.

I place my hand on my girl’s heart and it’s racing, so I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips and whisper in her mouth. “You’re so sexy.”

She cracks a small smile, but her attention is on the girls around us, her eyes darting back and forth at the conversation bouncing off the walls.

“I want to take you,” I continue, grabbing her head and tipping up her chin to make her look at me. “Tell me yes,” I mouth silently.

Laughter erupts next to us.

“Say yes,” I whisper it this time. She closes her eyes and nods.

My hand slides up her skirt and I palm between her legs. A toilet flushes and I lean into Grace’s ear. “Enjoy it, darling.”

I remove the bullet and swipe it over her sweet spot. Her eyes close again, but this time she lets out a small moan. There’s enough noise in here to cover it up, so I keep going, pushing a finger into her ass**le as I continue to drag the vibrator back and forth, making little circles around her clit. She’s so wet there’s a small slurping noise, but the second toilet flushes and Grace takes the opportunity to lean back into my chest and pant heavily.

“I’m going to f**k you,” I say, just before the silence takes over.

The water in the sink covers up the sound of my belt being unbuckled and the laughter and joking of the women allows me to undo my pants. They fall to the floor with a whoosh and Grace has the most adorable look of panic in her eyes as she waits for us to be discovered.

But those girls are too busy with their own gossip to even notice. Or they have the decency to ignore it, if they do.

“I’m going to f**k you,” I repeat as the door whooshes open and the three girls exit. “Say yes.”

She nods her head and then whispers, “Yes,” in a very small voice.

I place the vibrator in her hand and then cup her ass, lifting her up as I press her back against the stall door. She wraps her legs around my hips and holds tightly to my neck as I grab my c**k and drag it back and forth across her wet opening. It slides in and she moans loudly this time.

“That’s my girl, just enjoy it. Forget everything else but how I make you feel.” I thrust inside her and she bites my shoulder. I take that as encouragement and do it again, making her grunt and squirm against me.

“Fuck, you are so hot, Grace.” I thrust deep, but I go slow. Taking my time. She matches my pace, embracing the moment like I asked, and I reward her with an open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues dance and twist together, just like our bodies and then, just as the bathroom door whooshes open again, she comes. Moaning and biting and writhing as I hold her close and pump her hard until I spill inside of her.

She collapses on my shoulder and I lean in and kiss her neck. “I know you’re on the pill, but I just want to hear it from your mouth.”

“I am,” she says sleepily. Her postcoital attitude is definitely something I love. And then she lifts her head and looks me in the eye as I watch her face. “How do you know I’m on the pill?” Her voice is normal, so obviously she’s no longer concerned about being found out. I peek over the stall door and see no one, so we must’ve scared them off.

I smile as I set her down and then move her aside so I can open the stall and wet some paper towels. I hand them over to her and she cleans herself up. “I know a lot about you, Grace. And if I see you after tomorrow, I’ll know even more.”

I hold out my hand after she’s finished and take her paper towels to the trash can. The door whooshes open and a woman with a name tag on her impeccable pastel-colored suit comes in. “I’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to—” She stops and puts her hands up when she realizes who I am. And then she shakes her head a little, turns on her heel, and exits.

I look over to Grace, smirking. She’s not amused. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you spying on me? How do you know I’m on the pill?”

“Are you serious?”