Chapter 25
It sucks when the only person that can make you feel better is also the reason why you cry.
~Maroon 5
Taylor looks at the scowl lining Santo’s face and turns her back on him.
“Can’t you read, the sign says Ladies Restroom?” She snaps glaring up at him.
“I can read just fine, don’t be cheeky this is serious.” Santo responds sarcastically.
Jumping up from the ottoman to face him she yells. “Don’t you think I know that?” Her green eyes blaze at him.
“Don’t yell, I’m sure there are ears on the other side of this door.” Santo glares at her.
“Don’t tell me what to do. You can get out and you won’t have to worry about those ears listening.” She smirks at him.
“I’m not in the mood Taylor, don’t make me drag your ass out of here.” He walks closer to her and she backs up until she’s at the wall.
“You better not touch me or I’ll scream.”
“If you come to my office, I’ll be more than happy to make you scream. My new sofa can easily accommodate us. I’m not into getting busy in bathrooms.” Santo takes another step toward her and she takes a step back hitting the back of the wall with splayed hands on each side of her.
“You’re vile.” She retorts a blush rising in her cheeks.
“You didn’t think so when you were pulling my pants down in my closet and riding my coc…”
Leaping forward and slamming into his chest causing her breast to mash firmly against him Taylor clamps her hand over his mouth. She looks at the bathroom door praying no one heard him or comes inside.
Santo places his hands on her hips and slides them around to caress her ass.
When Taylor turns back around to look at him he licks her hand. She jerks it away and he grins at her, his smile reaching his lust filled honey brown eyes. Leaning against his chest she hits him hard on his right pec.
“Oww...” He feigns hurt with a monotone voice unaffected by her tap. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a violent woman?”
“I’m not violent, it’s passion. I’m expressive and you make me want to hit you.” She murmurs focusing her eyes on his smirking lips.
“I’d rather make you climax and have you scream my name.” He squeezes her ass pressing her against the growing bulge straining against his zipper.
“Will you stop it, were in the bathroom.”
“Fine, we can do it in the bathroom. I never knew you were so kinky.” He holds her by the waist up against the wall while nuzzling her neck.
She wraps her arms around his shoulders hugging him and he hears a sniffle.
Tilting her chin up he sees her tears. “You’re crying?” He exclaims with questionable surprise.
“You think, Sherlock?” She pushes him away and sits on the ottoman looking pitiful. “Just go, leave me alone to wallow in my self-pity for a while. All I did was love somebody and look at the mess.” She flips her hair back and a round of fresh tears coats her face.
“Taylor, this is not your fault.” Santo sits down next to her his thigh brushing against hers as he slides his fingers through hers to hold her hand.
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