He reached around and found her clit, rubbing rough circles while he railed her, and her legs started shaking almost immediately.
"Gonna come already?" he teased, voice low and wrecked. "In a dirty bar bathroom like a little slut for your boss?"
She moaned louder, clenching around him. "Yesss—"
Ryan slapped her ass once, sharp and loud. She clenched harder. He did it again, then again, watching the pink bloom on her skin while he kept slamming into her.
The sink creaked under her grip. The mirror fogged from their breath. He could feel her getting close—walls fluttering, thighs trembling—when the door handle rattled.
Someone was trying to open it.
The lock held for half a second, then clicked open because the mechanism was shit and they'd never actually turned the deadbolt all the way.
A woman in her thirties stepped in, phone in hand, mid-text.
Time froze.
