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crashed against his and her tongue begged for entry.  He moaned into her mouth and parted his lips.  She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and her tongue thrust into his mouth. She pulled his bottom lip with her teeth and when he tried to move, he found himself plastered against the wall once more. 
     
    “Layla,” He breathed.  His breath was shallow and his heart pounded against his rib cage.  “What are you doing?”
     
    “I want you.  Right now.  No more games.”  She pulled him from the wall and into the door marked ‘employees only’.  She turned the lock on the door and pulled her shirt over her head.  He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.  She rubbed her body over his jeans and moaned.  Unbuttoning his jeans, she whispered.  “Let’s do this.”
     
    “Shit yeah,” Ryan moaned.
    She pulled his shirt over his head and he lifted her skirt to her waist.   He pushed aside her black silk thong and his fingers drove into her with abandon.  She gasped and gripped his shoulders.  Her mouth crashed to his lips and their tongues tangled in an urgent dance.  His fingers pulsed inside her, bending slightly and pushing on the place deep inside her that set her on fire.  Her orgasm ripped from her without warning, soaking his fingers and she slumped against him.   
    “God baby.   I don’t think I could ever get enough of that.”  Ryan panted against her neck.
      “Don’t talk.”  Layla handed him a foil packet and he ripped it open.  She shoved his jeans down to his thighs and positioned her core over his impossibly hard length.    She moaned as she took all of him.  Her slick core tingled as he filled her.  She bit her bottom lip as he began pounding into her. 
    As her second orgasm rocked her, she bit his shoulder and he growled.   Her body pulsed around him, squeezing him and encouraging him to let go.  His breath became ragged as he pumped into her two more times before erupting with his own pleasure.  Heat poured between them and his hungry mouth found hers again.  He moaned as her tongue slipped into his mouth.   
    With shaking hands, he set her back on the floor and fixed her skirt.   “We need to stop doing this, Ryan.  I know we do.  But I can’t help myself.”  Layla smoothed the front of his shirt and sighed.  “What do you want to do?” 
    “I want to take you home.   And I have never taken anyone home before.”   
    On her tip toes, she kissed him softly and purred.  “I would like that.”
    With his heart in his throat, Ryan watched as she walked away.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
    Ryan made his way to the bar, giving Layla plenty of time to get herself together before he reappeared.   He glanced at the table and noticed her slide in between Kevin and Mark.  Her face was still flushed and her lips were swollen.  She looked freshly ravaged and she was gorgeous.  His stomach fluttered so he looked away.   
    Annoyed with himself, he ordered a shot as one of his old conquests approached him.   She sat down next to him and took the shot the bartender offered Ryan.  Laughing, he ordered them another round and sat down next to the brunette that he had spent a night with during the early summer.  He couldn’t remember her name.  He really didn’t care anymore.
    She leaned into him, placing her hand on his thigh, and whispered in his ear.   Ryan laughed as their next round of tequila arrived.  
    Layla glanced at Ryan with a heavy heart.   His flirtatious ways were endless.  Even after their time together in the employee closet, he couldn’t keep his hands off other females.  She sighed.  He had just said he wanted to take her home.  Shaking her head, she focused on the conversation between Mark and Kevin.   
    “You ok kiddo?”   Mark nudged her.   
    “Me?   Yes, fine.”  Layla blushed and waved him off.  “I need a drink.”
    Kevin waved the waitress toward the table, ordered some