I chuckle but then a foot strikes out and kicks me in the shin under the table. I look up at my sister, who is sitting across from me. “Hi, Samantha.”

She points her finger at me like I’m the baby in this room. “Stop it.”

Grace looks over at me, her face bright red, probably thinking Sam is on to us. But that’s not why she’s scolding me. I’m f**king with Conner and Dad and she doesn’t like it. I reach over and take Grace’s hand out of her lap and raise it to my lips to give her a kiss.

Grace moves her chair back and says, “Excuse me, please, I need to use the restroom.” The men all stand as she does, and then she scoots out and walks away. We sit and the fight resumes.

But I watch Grace’s ass the entire time. She’s taking tiny little steps, which means she’s still got the bullet between her legs. I dial it up just before she turns the corner of the hallway that leads to the restrooms, and she does a little jump.

I snicker at that.

“Vaughn?” my father asks. I snap my attention from Grace and take it to my father. “Where did you meet this… Grace? What’s her last name?”

“Kinsella, Dad. And I met her in the bar.”

“So she’s a weekend fling?”

I nod. “Yeah, it’s over tomorrow. No worries, Pop. She’s not joining the family.”

“Then why bring her to dinner?” Conner snarls at me. “So you can play your sex games in front of us and think we won’t notice?”

“Jesus, Conner,” Sam says, clearly disgusted.

My mother still has her menu up to cover her face, so she says nothing, and my father shakes his head. “These games will come back to bite you, Vaughn. No matter how careful you are, no matter how many papers you make them sign, they will come back and bite you in the ass one day.”

“Right, Dad,” I say as I stand up. “We’re going to skip lunch and have our fun another way, so see you later, huh?”

“You’re a pig,” Sam calls out as I walk off.

She’s right, I am. But I like being a pig. I smile all the way to the restroom hallway, then dial up the bullet to maximum. I walk by the ladies’ restroom door and hear her moaning in there. My eyes sweep the immediate area and then I push through the door. “Grace?”

“Oh my God, what the hell, Asher? Get out!”

“Open the stall door, Grace.” Silence. “Now, girl, or the tryst is over and you can go back to your bungalow.”

The lock slides and the door opens a crack. I push through and have to maneuver past the door to get inside because she’s standing up in front of the toilet. “What did you do?” I demand. “Where is it?”

She swallows and looks me in the eye and growls. “In my pu**y, Asher. Isn’t that where you wanted it?”

“You’re getting spanked for that.”

“Whatever,” she says with a wave of her hand. “Why are you in here?”

“To get you off and then we can leave. I’ve made our excuses to my family.”

“You wanted to humiliate me? Is that why I’m here? Make me into a joke?”

“No,” I say carefully, because she’s pissed off, I think. “I brought you here to have an orgasm. This place is perfect, right?”

“Here, in the women’s restroom at a five-star resort?”

“Ready?” And before she can answer my hand sweeps under her skirt and my fingers slide in her entrance next to the bullet. She’s warm and wet. Very wet.

“Someone will hear us, someone will see us.”

“I hope so, Grace, that’s the whole point.”

“I don’t think—”

“Shut up, girl.” She shuts up and I have a moment of fear that she might slap the shit out of me. Or at the very least, deny me the pleasure I’ve been imagining all morning.

But she doesn’t. I’ve noticed she has a hard time actually saying no. Sure, she had a few moments last night where she made me believe she was saying no. But she’s been saying yes since we met. She just doesn’t realize it yet.

So I lift up her skirt and then turn us around and push her face first into the stall door. “Say stop if you want, Grace. You always have a choice.”

She says nothing, so I take that as a yes.

I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. Her breathing picks up and she puts a hand on the bathroom stall as I press towards her. She’s shaking. “Vaughn, I’m not sure. I really have an aversion to public—”

“Why, Grace?” I turn her around, pull her close, and hold her tight. “Why does it scare you?”

“Because I don’t want anyone to catch us.”

“What will happen if they do?” I lean in so I can see her face and figure out how deep her fear runs. She’s very serious.

“I know what you’re getting at. Who cares, right? Nothing is going to happen, but that’s not the issue.”

“That is the issue, Grace. Is it sexy? Does it turn you on? I know it does because you’re wet. So what’s stopping you from enjoying yourself with me? Now. Here. Or this morning in front of your bungalow.”

“I just…” She looks up at me, pleading for me to understand.

“You just don’t know how to give in, Grace. I told you, I don’t want people to see you naked. Your body is for my eyes only. I don’t want them to walk in any more than you do, but I want you to submit to me when I ask. Even if it means it makes you uncomfortable.”

She opens her mouth to protest but the door swings open and several women come in, laughing and joking. The stall walls shake as they enter on either side of us, and then the doors bang closed.

Grace takes a deep breath.

The girls talk over our stall to each other as they pee.

I place my hand on my girl’s heart and it’s racing, so I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips and whisper in her mouth. “You’re so sexy.”

She cracks a small smile, but her attention is on the girls around us, her eyes darting back and forth at the conversation bouncing off the walls.

“I want to take you,” I continue, grabbing her head and tipping up her chin to make her look at me. “Tell me yes,” I mouth silently.

Laughter erupts next to us.

“Say yes,” I whisper it this time. She closes her eyes and nods.