“Many women have taken shits there,” I say. “Probably even today, an hour ago even, whatever. I can’t fuck you here. Not for the first time.”

Winter’s big brown eyes stare back at me, blinking slowly like they do when she’s processing information. I love that look. I want to swallow her face when she gives me that look.

But not right now. Right now, all I want to do is stick my shoe so far up my ass, I choke on it for being this transparent.

“Not for the only time, you mean…” She observes my face, eyes ticking from one blue pool to the other. “You mean, you can’t fuck me the one and only time in a bathroom…”

I push out a breath, feeling a little too seen, and grit my teeth. “Yeah, the only time,” I amend.

“So, let me get this straight…” She looks at the ceiling, then back at me with a ridiculing glare. “I’m letting you nail me in a public bathroom which you’ve admittedly done before, but you’re turning me down because you’ve somehow grown a conscious? Now, in this moment?”

I pull my face back, peering at her smart-ass expression. “I’d rather dip my balls in scalding hot soup than to admit this, but yes, that’s what I’m telling you. Let’s go upstairs. I haven’t had blue balls this badly since they dropped. Not fucking you may literally kill me.”

Winter smiles, shaking her head no. “We have to get back to the table—they’ll wonder where we are. Set me down, please.”

I set her down, growling with frustration, then step away from her. And that’s when she does something so surprising, so fucking sexy and selfless, that I almost cry—seriously, weep tears of joy…

She drops to her knees.

Let’s go over this one more time: She drops. To her motherfucking. Knees.

Her dainty little fingers reach up and start working to unbuckle my pants.

“What are you doing?” I ask, nearly shouting it.

“Will your conscience let you receive a blowjob in a public restroom, Sister Aleck?”

I snort a laugh. Holy fuck. “Yes, but you don’t have—”

“Shut up and come down my throat,” she says.

Within seconds of saying the sexiest thing any woman has ever said to me, and may ever say in the history of words, Winter’s painted red lips wrap around my cock and her hot, wet tongue laps up the pre cum dripping out to greet her mouth.

“Fuckk,” I grit, leaning forward to slap my palm against the tiled wall behind Winter, threading my fingers through her hair with my other hand, and clutching onto the back of her head, hard.

I’ve certainly received blowjobs before. Many of them, in many places, even in restrooms. But not like this, and not with Winter Sommers. Watching her head bob up and down, my eyes drill into the vision of her mouth wrapped around my length and girth like she’s trying to bring me back to life through my dick. I watch her like I watch her all the time, but this time I watch her knowing she can’t just be a woman I fuck and part ways with. And not just because she’s willing to drop to her knees five feet from a toilet, albeit a seemingly clean toilet, but a shitter nonetheless, to give me head.