Chapter 125

"Get out of here" was a relative term. We made it as far as the bathroom, crashing into an empty stall, our lips locked together. I moaned, licking into the corner of her mouth.

Rohan had left me with a simmering need that my new vibrator couldn't satisfy, erotic dreams that I couldn't escape, and a desperate yearning that frequent underwear changes couldn't accommodate. I craved the glide of skin on skin, fingers plunging, and the taste and feel of lips on mine.

Kissing was definitely back in my world.

Audrey rocked her hips against me. I palmed her breast, hot and heavy in my hands, thick-headed with lust.

The main bathroom door crashed open, Kane's cheery "Incoming," booming through the space. There was some giggled shrieking from the women at the sinks and a "Watch the hands," from my brother.

The giggling continued through the women's departure.

Audrey bit my lower lip, her fingers inching their way up my thigh.

A stall door banged. Then another one.