Chapter 4

Surprise spread across Isabella's face.

“I wasn't expecting flowers or chocolates, but I must admit I'm surprised you chose the bathroom as an appropriate place.”

“I have to adapt to the circumstances.” Harvey remained in front of the door, watching her with a composure that contrasted sharply with the intentions reflected in his eyes. “Is this beyond your boundaries?”

“Don't mistake me for a prude, either.”

“Should I take that as a no?” Harvey asked, slowly closing the distance between them.

Isabella had to tilt her head back slightly when he stopped in front of her.

“I didn't say that. I said I was surprised.”

The corners of Harvey's mouth curved into the faintest smile.

“In that case, Mrs. Vaughn, I'd like to surprise you even more.”

He placed his hands around her waist and leaned toward her, bringing his lips close enough to hers that she could feel his breath against her mouth. Yet he stopped just short of kissing her, his fingers maintaining a firm hold on her waist as he waited for her response.

“You can still say no.”

Isabella smiled against his lips.

“And miss out on a good fuck? I don't think so.”

She was the one who closed the remaining distance between them.

Their kiss abandoned any pretense of restraint almost immediately. What began as a tentative meeting of lips quickly became something urgent, clumsy only because of their desperate need to get closer when there was hardly any space left between their bodies. Harvey tightened his grip around her waist and, without breaking the kiss, lifted her just enough to seat her on the bathroom sink.

He positioned himself between her legs, his hands slowly traveling upward until they disappeared beneath her skirt and found her underwear. Hooking his fingers into the edges, he pulled them down, separating from her only long enough to let her panties fall to the floor.

When he stepped between her legs again, he pushed Isabella's skirt up around her waist.

Harvey held her gaze.

“Now, Mrs. Vaughn, the discretion of this encounter depends entirely on you.”

Before Isabella could respond, Harvey knelt in front of her and ran his tongue over her clit.

A moan escaped her before she could stop it.

Isabella closed her eyes and brought her index finger to her mouth, biting down on it in an attempt to stifle any further sounds while Harvey's tongue found, with infuriating ease, places that had been neglected for far too long.

The contrast between the cold porcelain pressing against her body and the warm wetness of his mouth made her grip the edge of the sink even tighter.

Harvey slipped a finger inside her, adding a second shortly afterward.

“You're soaking wet,” he murmured against her. “Exactly as I expected”, and he lowered his mouth between her legs again.

Isabella couldn't remember the last time she'd received oral sex. Perhaps such a prolonged absence made any comparison inherently unfair, but even allowing for that, she was fairly certain this ranked among the best she'd ever experienced.

Harvey seemed to know exactly when to slow down and when to intensify his attention, as though he'd deliberately decided to prolong her torment simply to discover how long it would take Isabella to lose the composure she'd maintained throughout lunch.

It didn't take long.

Her orgasm hit with enough force that she had to suppress another moan as her legs instinctively closed around Harvey's head.

He smiled against her clit.

When the contractions finally began to subside, he pressed a gentle kiss against her still-sensitive flesh before rising to his feet again.

Isabella had barely caught her breath when Harvey kissed her once more.

This time, she could taste herself on his lips.

The sensation should have felt strange. Instead, she found it intoxicating.

Harvey pulled back just enough to speak.

“You taste far too sweet, and sweets are a sin.”

Isabella smiled against his mouth.

“How tragic.”

Harvey helped her down from the sink and, before she could ask what he intended to do next, turned her around.

Her eyes immediately met his in the mirror.

Something shifted between them.

Until that moment, Isabella had been able to conceal some of her reactions by closing her eyes, burying her face against him, or looking away. In front of the mirror, however, there was nowhere left to hide.

Harvey moved behind her until his chest brushed against her back, then leaned toward her ear without breaking their eye contact in the reflection.

“Are you sure you want to continue?”

Isabella was still breathing too quickly to trust her voice, so she held his gaze in the mirror and nodded.

Harvey needed nothing more.

The sound of his belt buckle broke the silence of the bathroom, followed by the rasp of his zipper. With one hand, he gently guided Isabella's legs farther apart, while the other applied light pressure to her back until she leaned forward over the sink.

She continued watching him through the mirror.

Harvey positioned himself behind her, brushing against her entrance and moving slowly before beginning to push inside.

A soft moan escaped Isabella's lips.

He entered her gradually, allowing her to adjust to his size while she gripped the edge of the sink and watched the flush spreading across her cheeks in the reflection.

Once he was fully inside, he remained still for several seconds before finally beginning to move.

One hand stayed firmly wrapped around her waist while the other rested against her shoulder, using it for leverage as he established a rhythm that quickly grew more intense.

With every thrust, Isabella lost a little more control over the sounds escaping her throat.

She had to remind herself where they were.

The restaurant was still operating on the other side of that door. People were walking through the hallway, waiters were serving tables, and customers could enter the neighboring restroom at any moment, all while she desperately struggled not to scream the name of a man she'd met only a few hours earlier.

Harvey bent her a little farther forward and slipped a hand between her legs until his fingers found her clit again.

Isabella closed her eyes. She was close, and she could feel the pleasure building once more, much faster than she would have cared to admit.

“Where do you want me to come?” Harvey asked between thrusts.

“Inside,” she managed to answer desperately. She was on the pill, so she didn't have to worry about that. Her breathing faltered. “I'm close.”

“Open your eyes.”

Isabella obeyed.

Harvey's gaze was waiting for hers in the mirror.

“I want to see them wide open when you come for me again.”

Those words shattered what little control she had left.

Her second orgasm arrived with an intensity that made her legs tremble. Isabella clung to the sink while Harvey kept his eyes locked on hers through the reflection, continuing to move until he reached his own climax shortly afterward.

He buried his face against her back and gently bit her.

Isabella smiled at the gesture.

For several seconds, neither of them moved.

Her legs were beginning to feel like jelly, and she was grateful for the sink in front of her, which gave her something to hold on to.

Harvey finally withdrew.

His gaze traveled downward, watching as liquid began to trickle between Isabella's thighs. He collected a little on his finger and brought it toward her mouth.

She looked at him through the mirror.

That cynical smile immediately returned to her lips.

Without breaking eye contact, she caught his finger between her lips and slowly ran her tongue over it.

“You taste far too bitter,” she murmured as she released him. “And bitterness is a sin, too.”

Harvey let out a low laugh.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pressed himself against her again, still watching her reflection in the mirror. Then he lowered his head and placed a kiss against her neck.

Isabella tilted her head to give him better access.

“Have I met your expectations, Mrs. Vaughn?” he asked beside her ear before running his tongue along her skin.

“Exceeded them, Mr. Sterling. Far exceeded them.”

“Good.”

Harvey gently turned her face toward his and kissed her again.

This kiss was different. It was still charged with desire, but the urgency of the earlier ones had faded. It lasted only a few seconds before he finally pulled away.

He took a couple of tissues and offered them to her.

Isabella accepted them gratefully while Harvey straightened his clothes, pulled up his zipper, and fastened his belt with an almost offensive degree of composure, considering what they'd just done.

That was when Isabella spotted her panties on the floor. She bent down to retrieve them, but Harvey got there first.

“I'm keeping these.”

Isabella looked up at him and arched an eyebrow.

“Are you planning to have me walk around in a skirt without panties?”

Harvey tucked the garment away without the slightest trace of embarrassment.

“That's exactly how I intend to picture you all afternoon.”

Isabella tried to suppress her smile but failed.

“So be it, then.” She finished straightening her skirt and checked her appearance in the mirror. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I really do need to use the bathroom.”

Harvey understood the hint.

“It's been a pleasure, Mrs. Vaughn.”

“Likewise, Mr. Sterling.”

Harvey opened the door, but before stepping outside, he turned back toward her.

“Call me if you ever feel like sinning again.”

And with that, he walked out of the bathroom as casually as he'd entered.

Isabella waited until the door closed before examining herself carefully in the mirror.

Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks considerably pinker than usual, and her lips slightly swollen. There was barely any trace left of the perfectly composed woman who had entered the restaurant an hour earlier to meet a complete stranger.

A stranger who, technically speaking, was still her husband's mistress's husband.

The irony made her smile widen.

Isabella shook her head gently as she attempted to tame her hair with her fingers.

“That was definitely a good fuck,” she told her reflection.