Anderson's POV
The ladies' restroom was dimly lit, the faint hum of the club’s bassline vibrating through the walls.
I pushed the girl into a stall, our lips crashing together before the door even fully closed.
Her hands were already tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as our tongues danced in a heated rhythm, and she moaned softly in my mouth.
The urgency of the moment was electric as her body pressing into mine, every inch of her begging for more.
“What the hell are we doing here?” she whispered breathlessly, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with me.
Her lips curled into a sly smile, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
But I did not answer because there was no need to.
Instead, my hands slid down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist and
