Chapter Forty-Seven
Ailee
The next little while is a haze. I try to recover while feigning composure.
“Can you turn off the vibrator?” I whisper. “It’s making me too…needy.”
“So? I like keeping you simmering.” Josh’s eyes are dark as he looks into my gaze. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
I flush. “What I am is messy.” Thank God it’s hidden underneath the clothes, but I’m drenched between my legs.
My pussy feels unusually hot and tingly, probably from having his cum inside.
It isn’t our first time, but we’ve never done it in public.
All my senses are hyperaware and overly sensitive.
I sigh softly. “I need to go to the bathroom, and I don’t want the underwear to buzz. ”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Buzz?”
“Yes. If it’s not flush against me, it makes noise. I’d rather not have someone in the bathroom hear it.”
He flips it off. “Can’t have that. It’s our secret.”
“Thanks. See you soon.”
“Take your time,” he says, annoyingly composed. “The second act won’t start for half an hour.”
I nod and head out, trying not to stumble.
Languidness leaves my muscles relaxed as I look for the bathroom. Sex with Josh always does that to me. It’s better than any drug and far more addictive.
I spot the bathroom, then grimace at the line. It’s worse than an airport on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Am I going to be able to pee before the intermission ends?
After several minutes, the line has barely moved. I pull out my phone from the clutch to check the time. I have twelve minutes. Guess I’ll have to miss part of the second act. There’s no way I’ll be able to get through another hour and fifteen minutes without using the bathroom.
“Pretty crowded, huh? You’d think they’d open another bathroom for us ladies.”
The voice is friendly and warm. Normally it’d make me smile and respond in kind. However, all the effervescent bliss drains away, replaced by bone-chilling shock.
I turn slowly, willing it to be anybody but…
“Zoe?” I whisper.
She smiles. “Hello. Big opera fan?”