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    “Hi, gorgeous.”  
    I spun round and saw Riker standing at the doorway of the small staff room, arms crossed over his chest, and biceps bulging impressively, as if he’d just finished lifting weights.  
    “You can’t be back here,” I said defiantly. “Staff only.”
    “I’m a VIP tonight. I can go where I want.”
    “Well have fun drinking the shitty coffee, and eating the stale chips. I’m going home.”
    “No you’re not.”
    I picked up my purse and strode purposefully towards the door. Of course, that also meant I was walking right towards Riker.
    “I can assure you, I’m leaving. Now get out of my way.”
    Riker stepped to one side leaving the door open, but I didn’t move. Why didn’t I move?
    “See. You don’t want to leave. If you leave now, you’ll always be wondering what it would have been like.”
    “What would what have been like?” I asked, the strength fading from my voice with each word.
    “My cock. More specifically, my cock inside you.”
    I swallowed as a fire burned between my legs. He had big arms, a big chest, big thighs… I didn’t doubt for a second that he was big everywhere.
    “Do women really go for that bullshit?” I asked.
    “All the time. Usually I don’t have to work this hard. You’re putting up more of a fight than most.”  
    “Yeah, I didn’t want to give in too easily and seem like a slut. I’m done playing hard to get, so you can just take me. I’m all yours.”
    “You’re being sarcastic. But that doesn’t change the facts. You’re ready for me now.” Riker stood between me and the door and closed the distance between us to less than a foot. “You’ve been wet since I first spoke to you at the bar.”
    “I’m not,” I lied.  
    I was dripping. I dared not look between my legs in case there was a wet patch on my crotch. The closer he got, the more my lust took over my body. If that lust reached my brain I was screwed. Literally.
    “So if I place my hand between your legs, I wouldn’t find you hot, wet, and ready for my cock?”
    “You wouldn’t dare.”
    Riker frowned, but then nodded. “You’re right. I wouldn’t. I don’t have to. I’m going to stand here, and let you go. But you’re not going to leave. You’re going to take my hand and place it between your legs.”
    “You’re so fucking full of yourself.”
    “Soon, you’re going to be full of myself.”
    “Go to hell.”
    “You can leave whenever you want,” Riker reminded me.  
    I could leave right now. I’d be home in less than half an hour.  
    But I just stood there. Helpless.  
    “The manager could come up here at any minute,” I said timidly.
    “I said I needed to use the room for an important call. He won’t come up.”
    I couldn’t fight it much longer. I needed this. I needed him.  
    I reached out and took hold of this thick wrist, and slowly pulled his hand towards me. His fingers grazed against the heat between my legs.  
    Then Riker took over.
    He pushed me up against the counter and deftly opened my jeans, tugging them down to my knees and leaving my wet panties exposed, offering all the proof of my excitement he would ever need.
    We didn’t kiss. He looked me in the eyes while his fingers lightly brushed over my silk panties before diving under the fabric and touching my wet flesh.  
    My eyelids fluttered, but I kept eye contact with him while electricity sparked through my body. His fingers explored my soft folds, as he uncovered the tiny bundle of nerves and sent more heat coursing through me.
    Now I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My hands gripped the counter as I flicked my head back and let out a low moan. I tried to keep the noise down in case someone heard us, but Riker wasn’t giving me much choice.  
    His warm lips caressed my neck as he slipped a finger deep into my core, immediately bringing me more pleasure than a penis had ever done.
    I heard Riker rustling around in his pocket with his free hand, and then his
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