I’m sure she’ll slap me in the face or push me away. In addition, I’m sure I’ll deserve it. Because I don’t know exactly what has come over me, but the urge to feel Winter close has been building and building into this thing in my life with its own weight and gravity. Instead of watching her walk away from me again, something snaps inside me like a rubber band, and the need to feel her swallows me entirely.

And for the record, she doesn’t push me away, or slap me in the face. She kisses me back.

She kisses me back.

One of her arms swings around my neck, and the other flies up to slide over my cheek as she pulls my face into hers. I squeeze my arms around her waist, pulling her into my chest, swallowing the fucking space between us.

Before I know it, our tongues are dancing. Our teeth clank, making me bite, then suck her bottom lip into my mouth, and our fingers dig into each other’s skin. We absorb one another completely, and the rest of the world evaporates around us.

I grind my hips into her, making her whimper into our kiss. The sound of her breathless moan in my mouth is enough to fully engorge my cock. I groan and grind my hips into her again, showing her what she does to me.

She slides her hands down my chest, her tongue spearing me like a damn gladiator, and she grabs my hips, begging for another thrust. We’re frenzied. Too frenzied for a public hallway. Not typically a fuck I give, but everything feels different with Winter. The last thing I want is someone seeing her like this.

This Winter is all mine.

Not wanting to remove my lips from hers, I speak into our kiss. “Permission to take you into the restroom…”

“Permission granted,” she gasps into my mouth.

Reluctantly, I pull my body from hers and grab her hand, turning around to charge through the women’s restroom door like we’re escaping a fire in the hallway.

The bathroom attendant’s eyes widen when she sees me, and she jumps up from her stool.

“I’ll give you a thousand dollars to beat it,” I say. “I’ll give you another when we leave if no one interrupts us. Tell them the toilet is clogged, I don’t care, but I want privacy.”

“Sure,” she says, a smile curling her lips when I pull my wallet from my back pocket and count out ten crisp one-hundred-dollar bills, placing them into her palm. She immediately turns and exits the bathroom, her smile broadening when she looks down at the money.

I turn around and stalk toward Winter. She walks backward with a devilish gleam in her eyes, welcoming the chase.

“You like to be chased, Sister Winter? When I catch you, I’m going to do ungodly things to you.”

A flirtatious smile wisps across her blood-red lips. “Is that all your time with me is worth, Mr. Fox? A measly two thousand dollars?”