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several times before I find my voice to speak. The voice was…hot. Uncanny. He stands tall with broad shoulders and ripped arms, his shirt barely able to fit over them. He has dark, ruffled hair that looks messy as if he’d brushed his hands through it several times over.
    I take my time roaming my eyes up and down, appreciating his body before I can speak.
    “Yes?” I say with confidence.
    “I-I’m sorry to bother you. But do you know where theater 18 is?”
    I fade his voice out as I chew my bottom lip, looking him over again. I feel heat rise in between my thighs. This guy… yes …I need to have him.
    Desire sweeps over me. Soon I find myself taking his hand and leading him down the hall.
    “Come with me,” I demand.
    He gladly follows, circling his thumb over my hand.
    Before I can get us to a secluded area, he surprises me by slamming my body with force against the wall, pinning us together.
    “There’s no theater 18,” he informs me.
    Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, his tongue dancing with mine as our bodies mold together. One of his hands cups my breast as the other makes its way to my ass, gripping it with force.
    He i s an eager little beaver.
    After minutes pass of this little groping session, it dawns on me we are still in the hallway.
    I break the kiss. He begins panting in my ear, still holding me hostage against the wall.
    “We…um…should move somewhere private,” I breathe out.
    I grab his hand and lead him to the bathrooms. There’s a family single across from the regular public bathrooms. This’ll do.
    I open the door and push him in. I’m so fucking ready for him, my entire body is quivering just thinking about it.
    As the door shuts, I slam him against it and submit to my knees. I unzip his pants and pull them down to his ankles. I reach over and flick the light off.
    I pull his cock out of his briefs—thick, hard, and ready. I wrap my wet lips around his growing erection, deep throating him until I can feel the head hit the back of my throat. I hear him gasp at my sudden urgency, but he needs to know right from the start that I’m in control.
    “Oh, fuck,” he growls out. “Shit.” I begin taking him harder and deeper, milking him with my mouth as I fondle his balls with my hands.
    Suddenly, he pushes back, lifts me up under my arms and bends me over the sink. “You like it rough, don’t you? You like fucking a complete stranger.”
    Who the hell does he think he is?
    I spin around to slap him, but he grabs my hand mid-air before it meets his face.
    “My, my. You are a frisky one,” he muses. “I’ve had my eyes on you since I saw you walk in. I know you want me.”
    “You’re an arrogant asshole,” I mutter.
    “And you’re a demanding little slut, so what’s it matter?” he retorts.
    I swallow and just look at him, even though I can’t completely see him.
    “You better have a condom,” I finally say, pulling my wrist out of his grasp.
    He bends down and reaches into his pocket to pull out a foil packet. “Now, turn back around.”
    Man, I hate demanding fuckers. Pun intended.
    Considering I’m soaking through my panties with greed, I allow him to restrain me against the sink. He wraps his hands around me, yanking my shorts and panties down. He pushes me down further, aligning us just right. He grips my hips and pushes inside me without so much as a warning.
    “Shit,” I spit out, clenching my eyes as my body adjusts to his size. One of his hands lingers on my breast, squeezing right through my shirt as he continues to pump into me.
    “Chance,” he says as he begins slamming into me.
    “What?”
    “My name.” He clears his throat. “My name is Chance.”
    “Don’t really care. But thanks for the introduction,” I snap. My body relaxes as I take him fully, his hips thrusting against my ass. The sink is cold on my skin, but I don’t care. The combination of cold and heat feed my body the orgasm I’m desperately after.
    He pulls my hair as he