His eyes had been on her all evening, following her every move as she wove through the dining room of the restaurant with effortless grace. She had caught his gaze more than once, holding it a beat too long before letting a sly smile curl her lips. There was something about him—something commanding, magnetic—that made her linger near his table more than necessary.

She knew his name—Mark—and that he was here for business. His suit was crisp, his posture relaxed but deliberate, like a man accustomed to control. He had mentioned staying at the Hyatt down the block.

Approaching him again, the bottle of red wine in her hand. Her hips swayed subtly as she leaned over to refill his glass, her long hair falling over her shoulder.

"Another round, handsome?" she whispered, her voice low and teasing, her smirk playful.

Susan's smirk widened at the memory. Their first encounter, he had glanced up from his menu, his voice as confident as it gets. "You're the most beautiful woman I've seen all year," he had said, no hesitation, no pretense. She had laughed, flustered, but the compliment stuck. Now, "handsome" was her way of echoing his boldness.

He grinned, his eyes darkening as they locked onto hers. "Indeed. The sweet fragrance of your hair… It's intoxicating my senses."

She straightened slightly, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. Maybe I can bring you something… sweeter later?"

His eyes closed for a moment, as if savoring the thought. When they opened again, they were heavy with desire. "I bet you flirt with all the guys."

Her laugh was soft, almost a purr. "Oh, just the ones who can handle it."

He leaned closer, his presence filling the space between them. "Is my presence that strong?"

Her breath hitched, but she held his gaze, her smirk widening. "Careful, or I might forget I'm on the clock."

His grin deepened, his confidence radiating. "You know it's dangerous to flirt with handsome, articulate men."

"Dangerous, huh?" she replied, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur. "Guess I've got a thing for risk. Your table's my favorite stop tonight."

His eyes flicked to hers, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Your eyes tell me you're having fun."

"Fun? Maybe," she admitted, leaning in just slightly. "Something playing a little game can be fun, huh? "

He leaned closer still, his breath warm against her neck. "Damn right."

Her pulse quickened, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. "Your confidence is… refreshing. What else can I get for you?"

His gaze drifted lower, discreetly noticing the way her tight white blouse clung to her curves. "I see where your eyes are wandering," she teased, her voice a whisper. "Careful, or I might have to bring you dessert… personally." She half-joked.

His hand slid across her lower back, warm and possessive. "I want you for dessert."

Susan's breath caught, her body humming with a heat that spread like wildfire. She glanced around the room, the noise of clinking glasses and murmured conversations fading into a distant buzz. His hand on her back, the intensity in his eyes—this wasn't just flirting anymore. She bit her lip, her mind racing.

He had to be pushing sixty, but the way he carried himself—confident, assured—ignited something in her. The lines on his face spoke of experience, not age. She wondered what those hands could do, what stories they held. Her pulse quickened.

The truth was, she needed this. Needed him. The way he looked at her, like she was the only woman in the room…

Her lips parted, her breath catching. "You are bold tonight, aren't you? Maybe I'll let you taste me… if you can handle the sweetness."

His eyes darkened, his voice a low growl. "Nectar of the Gods, Susan."

She glanced around the dining room, ensuring no one was watching, before meeting his gaze again.

"Find me in the back, two minutes, handsome. Let's see if you're as good with your hands as you are with your words."

His grin was wolfish. "Deal me in, girl.

Susan's lips parted, a faint flush creeping up her neck. She bit down on her lower lip, slow, deliberate, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh. His eyes locked onto the gesture, his jaw tightening as a low breath escaped him. She grinned, knowing she had struck a nerve. "Two minutes," she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. His fingers tightened around the edge of the table, knuckles whitening. "Don't make me wait!"

With his eyes on her ass, she left for the break room, her heart pounding in anticipation. The moment the door closed behind her, she leaned against the wall, her blouse undone just enough to tease without revealing too much. She waited, her chest rising and falling, her mind fighting with her need.

The moment she watched him step inside, his eyes were raking over her immediately. Susan's breath hitched as he stepped closer, the intensity in his gaze making her knees weak. God, he's relentless, she thought, her pulse racing. The way he looked at her—like he wanted to devour her—sent a shiver down her spine.

 "Come here, you," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was hard, hungry, and desperate. Her lips parted immediately, surrendering to the heat of his kiss as her hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He fumbled with the lock on the door behind him, ensuring their privacy, before turning his attention back to her. His hands tore at her blouse, the fabric giving way under his urgency. She gasped as the cool air hit her skin, her breath hitching as his hands found her breasts, cupping them with a possessive warmth she had rarely felt before.

His thumbs brushed over her nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from her throat. "God," she breathed, her nails digging into his back as he teased her, his touch both tender and demanding.

His hands slid lower, exploring her body with a hunger that matched her own. When his fingers found the bulge in his pants, she did not hesitate. Her hand wrapped around him, giving him a teasing squeeze through the fabric. He groaned, his head falling back as he pressed into her touch.

"You're so hard," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to feel all of you."

His breath came in ragged bursts, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "God. Susan. Susan."

She arched into him, her hips grinding against his. "Let me feel how badly you want me," she breathed, her hand moving to his zipper.

He didn't stop her as she worked the zipper down, his erection springing free. Her breath caught at the sight of him, throbbing and ready. "Good," she murmured, her hand wrapping around him, giving him a slow, deliberate stroke. He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear again.

Susan's hand moved with purpose, her fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly at first, then with growing urgency. Her other hand slid up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt higher, revealing the lace of her thong. Her breath hitched as she watched his eyes darken, his gaze locked on the way her fingers teased the edge of her panties.

"I need you inside me," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. She hooked her fingers into the thin fabric of her panties, dragging them to the side, exposing her slick, glistening folds to him. Her pussy clenched at the air, already aching for him.

His breath came out in a low, guttural sound as he stepped closer, his cock nudging against her wet slit. He ran the tip of his length along her folds, teasing her, spreading her arousal as she shivered under the touch. "Fuck, Susan," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

"Don't tease," she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "I need you. Now."

He did not make her wait. With one swift motion, he ripped her panties off her body, his cock sliding into her in one deep, hard thrust. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as she felt her pussy stretch around him, his girth filling her completely. She arched her back, her hips pressing into his, craving more. "Deeper," she moaned, her voice breaking on the word.

His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into her. The force of his thrusts pushed her against the wall, the rough surface biting into her back, but she didn't care. The pain only heightened the pleasure, the way he was claiming her, fucking her with a desperation that matched her own.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained as he drove into her again and again. His cock pounded into her, each thrust deeper, harder, punishingly perfect. Her pussy clenched around him, her body tightening as the pleasure built, coiling in her core.

Susan's moans filled the small room, her head thrown back as she clung to him. "Yes, yes, fuck me," she gasped, her voice breaking with every thrust. Her hips moved with his, meeting him stroke for stroke, her body desperate for more, for everything he could give her.

His hands moved to her ass, squeezing as he lifted her slightly, changing the angle. Her pussy clenched around him as he hit a deeper spot, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh God, right there," she cried, her nails scraping down his back.

He growled, his pace becoming even more frantic, his thrusts harder, faster. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the room, mingling with their gasps and moans. His cock filled her completely, stretching her, claiming her in a way that made her feel utterly his.

"I'm close," he panted, his voice strained as he drove into her one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came. His release filled her, hot and thick, and she felt her own orgasm crash over her, her pussy holding onto him as she cried out, her body trembling with the force of it.

They stayed like that for a moment, pressed together, their breaths mingling as their bodies slowly came down from the high. His hands still gripped her hips, his softening cock still buried deep inside her. "Fuck, Susan," he murmured, his voice rough.

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he straightened his tie, his eyes still heavy with desire. "Best service I've had in any restaurant."

Susan leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, letting him feel the heat of her breath. "You haven't even seen the menu yet, just the appetizer, handsome."

Mark lingered for a moment, his hand brushing her cheek. Their lips met softly, a slow, tender kiss that lingered, sweet but hungry, like a promise unfinished. When he pulled away, his thumb traced her bottom lip. "See you soon, Susan." He straightened his jacket and slipped out, leaving her breathless.