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stretch as they sidled forward with the line waiting to purchase tickets. “You said anything, anywhere.”
    Her cheeks flushed, looked back down at the sidewalk and then finally let her arms fall to her sides.
    Liam’s balls tickled with pleasure. Her nipples poked through the thin blouse, pointed and proud. Nobody could possibly miss the two examples of her arousal if they gave this tall, striking woman so much as a glance. Pride and hunger swirled through his veins. He lured that reaction from her body. What else could he do? The challenge spurred his pulse on.
    He asked for a pair of tickets to some action flick, giving the choice only enough thought that the sound effects might hide some of his planned activities.
    Once inside, he placed his hand around her hip and pulled her close to his side. The Friday night crowd made it easy to keep her near, rub his thigh against hers and maintain her awareness of his body. At the concession stand, he ordered popcorn and a large Icee . Bernie remained silent. Was she looking forward to the close, dark confines of their seats or afraid of what he might ask of her? It made little difference.
    At the door to the auditorium, she paused.
    “What is it?”
    “I need to visit the ladies.”
    Liam nodded, noticed the location and replied, “Of course. I’ll grab our seats. I’ll be at the top.”
     
    * * * *
    Bernie leaned against the counter in the restroom and stared at the ceiling. The air from the A/C unit cooled her flesh and calmed her nerves. In here, away from all the people, she could think—almost. Her pulse still hammered in her ears. Her skin rose in bumps all across her body. Between her thighs, slick, hot evidence of her need reminded her this was not over. Did she want it to be?
    All the films must have started, she realized, as the restroom remained deserted. A few minutes ago somebody came in to clean, smiling at the lady who stood frozen by the sinks. That’s me, Bernie thought. Like a deer in the headlights, unable to conceive of what might happen next. She wanted to find out, and yet knew that following Mr. Clarke in this sexual escapade, she was giving up some part of herself she never realized she possessed.
    Was control over her body something she would miss?
    In the restaurant, with his fingers planted inside her body, all she could think about were the sensations he could draw from her. Nothing else. She felt…
    Bernie turned to look at the bank of mirrors. For that moment she had felt desired, wanted, a man hungered for…her. It made her feel beautiful.
    Too tall, too fat, too loud, too bold Bernie Watkins had never been the belle of the ball. She looked down at her hands. Her nails shone under the bright, white light. She spent time taking care of her hands. Unlike the rest of her body, her fingers remained slim, long and shapely. The weekly manicures left her pleased with at least one small part of her…
    “Hey.” His deep voice echoed in among the white tiles.
    “Hey,” Bernie answered.
    He stood by the entrance, his hands in his pockets and his eyebrows gathered in a frown. “What happened?”
    She shook her head a bit. “I guess I lost my nerve. Can we go?”
    “No. Not yet.”
    Her knees wobbled. God, she wanted this man. She didn’t understand this electric response.
    “You said you wanted me to fuck you.” He allowed the door to the restroom to swing shut and walked toward her. “Didn’t you?” Green eyes speared into her soul, demanding an answer.
    “Yes, I did.”
    “Hands flat on the counter. Face the mirrors.”
    Unable to resist, like a soldier she slapped her palms on the cold, white surface. She stared at his face, perhaps for the first time really studied it, even as her breathing felt trapped. Passing him on the street, Bernie figured he would appear almost pretty, with those soft, round cheeks and smile lines around his eyes. His mouth, however, told a different story.
    Firm, strong lips flattened with concentration. A