The bathroom door locked with a decisive click.
Vivienne stood against the marble counter, breathing hard, her eyes dark with desire and anticipation. The sounds of the gala filtered through the door – distant music, conversation, the life of the party continuing without us.
I moved toward her slowly, deliberately, watching her pulse jump at her throat.
"Second thoughts?" I asked.
"Shut up and kiss me."
I did, but not the way she expected. Not soft or romantic. I grabbed her hair – carefully, but firmly – and tilted her head back, claiming her mouth with a kiss that left no doubt about what was coming.
She moaned against my lips, her hands clutching my shoulders.
I pulled back, keeping my grip on her hair. "We're doing this my way. Understand?"
Her breath hitched. "Yes."
"Good." I released her hair and stepped back. "On your knees."
