As Eric thrust into her, all Ana could think was that it was a good thing he'd grabbed her hips. He'd taken her with such force, her feet surely would have left the floor otherwise. She gasped when he'd filled her, wiggling back and forth against his hips.
"Sssh," he cautioned as his hands fell to her ass and skimmed over her soft skin.
"I can't! I—" Ana reached to the side and tugged at the first piece of fabric she found. She used the sleeve of a cream colored pea coat to cover her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut as Eric pulled his hips back and thrust into her again. She whimpered helplessly, and the fingers of her other hand curled against the wall.
She let her hips descend until their bodies slapped together, then swung her lower body back and forth again.
"Fuck, Ana," Eric bit out. "I forgot how tight you are."
She clamped her body around his as if to remind him just how tight she was, and his fingers clutched her ass in response. "You're not playing nice, Ms. Thompson," he whispered against her ear.
His warm breath sent a shiver down her spine and she let the fabric drop from her mouth. She laughed throatily. "I'm letting you fuck me in a coat room, Miller. I think that'd pretty damn…" She grunted as she rolled her hips against his. "Nice of me."
Eric groaned as he drove into her, his strokes were deep and hard, and her breath hitched in ecstasy. "Do you feel that, Ana?" he asked gruffly. "Do you feel how fucking perfect I fit inside of you? It's like your body was made for my pleasure."
"Yes," she breathed as she reached behind them and grabbed his ass. She pulled him forward, urging him to quicken his pace. "They're waiting," she reminded him in a whisper. "Hurry."
He was quick to comply; he accelerated his pace, and Ana dropped her hips to meet him as he plunged into her.
"It's a red fleece!"
They froze as a woman's shrill voice resonated through the coat room. Ana's head fell back against his shoulder, and one of his hands splayed protectively over her throat as he picked his pace back up. Her body squirmed against his.
"Don't scream," he whispered lowly.
When she whimpered, his hand clamped over her mouth, but he didn't stop. Her body writhed as her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she fought back a screech.
"Oh, here it is," the woman finally said. Her footsteps became faint as she left the room, and Eric pulled his hand away from her mouth.
"I want to face you," she whispered breathlessly.
"There's no time," Eric said as he plunged inside of her. When he reached around and grazed his fingertips over her clit, her body immediately went taut.
"Oh," she moaned softly.
"Come on, Ana," Eric coached softly. "Come for me, baby."
Once again, she was powerless to resist him; his words sent her spiraling over the edge as his fingers flicked back and forth over the throbbing flesh between her legs.
"Oh," she groaned again. "Oooooooooooooh!"
"Ana," Eric grunted. "Are you—"
Apparently he didn't have time to finish the question. He pulled out just in time, and Ana felt the heat against her inner thighs as his release surged against her. She gasped as the warm liquid slid down her legs.
"Oh, my God," she whispered as her body began to tremble.
The reality of what she'd just done slammed into her. Not only had she had sex with Eric while he was allegedly on a date with another woman, but she'd done it without protection! She'd gotten so caught up in the moment, she hadn't stopped to consider getting pregnant or keeping herself safe with a man whose sexual history she knew nothing about!
The sound of Eric's zipper assaulted her ears as she stood there struggling to catch her breath. Fully dressed once again, he slowly turned her around and knelt before her, pulling her panties from his pocket. He swiped the rough lace over her skin to soak up the evidence of what they'd just done.
"You should wash up," he said softly as he looked up at her, pocketing the lace once again. He reached for her skirt and pulled it back down over her thighs, then let his hands skim down the silky skin of her legs until he reached her ankles. He gave them a light squeeze. "Ana?"
All she could do was nod dumbly.
By the time she made it back to the table, Eric was, of course, already there. She'd taken great care in the bathroom to make sure she'd completely cleaned herself; she didn't want anything from their little 'session' remaining on her body.
For the first time in her life, Ana felt like a slut. Even after their tryst in the bar and the night they'd spent at the hotel she hadn't felt like this. At least then he'd been with no one but her. The thought that he was on a date with another woman made her physically ill.
This night had started as a way to tease him, to show him what he was missing. Instead, all she'd ended up doing was showing him how easy she was.
"That was a long phone call," Kate commented as she took a bite of her baked potato.
Ana was surprised their meals had arrived already; she'd been gone longer than she'd thought. "They had a lot of questions for me," she answered in a small voice.
"Did they ask you to come in for an interview?" Kate pressed.
Ana nodded as she picked up her fork. "Yes," she answered, her stomach turning as she speared a green bean and brought it to her lips. "Monday morning."
"Ana!" Kate said excitedly. "That's great!"
She tried to force a smile. "Yes," she agreed.
Kate gave her a puzzled look, then returned to her own meal, apparently deciding not to press her friend for more details.
Conversation lagged a bit throughout the rest of the evening, and Ana could feel Eric's questioning stare on her more than once throughout the meal. But she refused to meet his gaze.
When dinner was over and everyone had declined dessert, the group made their way to the coat room. Ana took a deep breath as she walked inside to get her jacket. Her cheeks burned as the scent of her encounter with Eric teased her nostrils. She knew it was all in her head, but it didn't stop the heat from rising to her cheeks.
She watched in dismay Eric's date walked to the back corner and pulled the cream colored pea coat off the hanger; her stomach started churning.
She needed air.