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“One second you’re there, and the next you’re gone,” I mumble. “It’s terrifying. Though, it’s also humbling that my dick has the power to make your blood pressure drop like that.”
The tinkle of her laugh is beautiful as I move to the sink and prop her ass up there. I have something like a tampon but for post sex use in my pocket and remove it. It’ll sop up the mess. I found them when I went to the store and picked it up on a whim.
Okay, I was also intrigued by the fact that post sex clean up sticks now exist.
Opening it, I spread her pussy lips as I push it inside of her. Just because I get fucked by two men regularly, doesn’t mean I can’t take care of Noor.
“Is that okay? Is it pinching? Why are you so red?”
“You did that so casually,” she says, her eyes wide as I help her hop down.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask, fixing her panties and dress. “If I made the mess, I expect to clean it up.”
I watch as she grabs paper towels to wipe her face, smirking at the amount of saliva left there. I quickly fix my pants, glad I already took care of the bill, and we can escape out the back door. We’ve been in the bathroom long enough to garner some attention.
While it’s not my city and I don’t care, I refuse to have Noor worry about what people think.
Someone knocks on the door and Noor winces in embarrassment.
“I got it,” I murmur, picking up her purse and looping it over my arm. Noor does an adorable wiggle to fix her tits in her bra, and I hold out my hand for hers, grinning charmingly as she takes it.
Maybe it’s the postorgasm glow, but nothing can fuck with my night. Opening the door, I give the woman on the other side an apologetic smile.
“I’m so sorry, the bathroom is all yours.” I’m not sorry, but she doesn’t need to know that. Noor’s hair is wild around her face as she follows me out, her eyes sparkling, color riding high in her cheeks. She looks fucking beautiful.
“You can’t… That’s the women’s bathroom!”
“I have a fainting disorder thing,” Noor calls over her shoulder as she walks beside me. “He was helping me with that.”
I chuckle under my breath as I open the back door and we escape into the night air.
“Freedom,” I grin, my arm pulling her close as we walk. “Let’s avoid the park just in case, unless being allergic to a plant was bullshit.”
“One percent bullshit,” she giggles, sighing as her head drops back to look at the stars. “It’s such a nice night.”
“All I see is you,” I say truthfully. “My ass has combat boot indentions in it, and I fucking love that you dress for comfort and your own style. That dress is making me insane.”
“Someone wanted to know why I was leaving my boyfriend home while wearing this dress,” Noor says, her fingers curling in the material of my suit as we walk.
It’s almost as if she can’t stop touching me. I’m glad. My fingers are ghosting over her shoulders even now, though the gauzy sleeves are too thin for this cooler weather.
“This someone wants to know if you have a sweater,” I grumble, lifting the purse on my arm.
“Yes, Daddy,” she sighs, dropping my jaw as she pulls a heavy shawl from it.
“Baby girl, that’s a whole other conversation,” I growl, tucking it around her. The thing is huge, covering her from shoulder to ass. “Much better. Now, no one should ever have an opinion about how you dress. We simply get to bask in the glory of your beauty.”
“Ugh, I would say you’re being over the top, but I know you mean every word.”
“I do. I also have nothing to prove, because we had sex in the bathroom,” I say smugly. “Is Zayn trying to play detective?”
“Yes,” she says, making a face.
“I’m not surprised,” I admit. “He likes Arran, right?”
“Yes. They’re besties,” she snorts.
“Apparently, they’re fixing a leaking faucet,” I tell her. She doesn’t ask me how I know, simply snuggling closer as a cold wind blows over us. Fuck, I wasn’t expected it to be this cold tonight. “I think being around your family has given him a sense that he needs to protect you.”
