CHAPTER 61: NADIA RUIZ

Outside, two women lingered at the sinks, their voices a conspiratorial hum as they touched up makeup and adjusted their gowns, the splash of running water punctuating their gossip. The brunette, in a sapphire sheath that hugged her like a second skin, leaned closer to the mirror, her eyes glinting with scandal.

"Can you really believe what happened with Lina? Clinical Nurse II, just like that," she said, snapping her fingers for emphasis. "No interview, no nothing. Bet my trust fund it’s Devon pulling strings. He’s the hospital’s golden boy his word’s practically law."

Her companion, a blonde in a ruby gown dripping with diamonds, laughed sharply, dabbing powder on her nose with a practiced flick. "Strings? Honey, she’s probably sleeping with him. How else do you jump the ladder that fast? Can’t say I blame her, Devon’s a walking fantasy. Those hands, that jawline. If he looked my way, I’d be in his bed faster than you can say ’promotion.’" She smirked, adjusting an earring that sparkled like a star.

"But honestly? I don’t buy it. Devon’s not the lustful type. He’s all about his work nothing gets him going but the OR. If he were chasing tail, I’d be first in line, trust me."

Another brunette snorted, capping her lipstick. "Please. If Devon were into flings, half the gala would be fighting for a shot. He’s too focused, medicine’s is like his mistress. Poor Lina’s probably just riding his coattails, not his..."

Inside the stall, Devon’s eyes gleamed with wicked mischief over Nadia’s hand clamped on his mouth, a devilish grin spreading beneath her palm as he caught their words.

The irony was delicious, fueling his arousal, his cock hardening to an almost painful throb against her thigh through his tailored pants, the diamond-studded suit catching the stall’s dim light like a dark constellation.

Nadia felt the shift, her emerald eyes flaring with a mix of shock and treacherous heat, her voluptuous curves pressed flush against him in the cramped space, her breasts heaving against his chest. His hands gripped her waist tighter, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass through the gown, the contact sparking a jolt that made her breath hitch despite her fury.

The women’s gossip, Lina’s promotion, Devon’s supposed restraint only stoked the fire in his veins, the forbidden thrill of Nadia’s hand silencing him, her body pinned to his, making his desire surge like a wildfire.

Nadia’s heart pounded, her hand trembling over his mouth, her eyes pleading for silence as the women outside continued, oblivious to the storm brewing in the stall. "Still," the blonde mused, rinsing her hands, the sink’s splash fogging the mirror slightly, "Lina’s bold, showing up on his arm. That gown? Stunning, but next to Devon? She’s got nerve."

The brunette laughed, drying her hands on a plush towel. "Nerve or a death wish. Every socialite out there wants to be her tonight. If Devon’s not sleeping with her, he’s got us all fooled."

Devon’s grin widened under Nadia’s palm, his eyes locking on hers with a taunting glint, his erection pressing harder, a silent dare. Nadia’s anger flared anew, her free hand shoving at his chest, but his grip was iron, unyielding. Without warning, he spun her around in one fluid motion, her back now pressed against his chest, her fat ass nestled against his groin like a perfect fit.

The crimson gown rode up slightly, the slit exposing more of her thigh, and Devon couldn’t resist his hand came down in a sharp, resounding spank, the crack echoing like a gunshot in the tiled stall, her ass trembling under the impact, the flesh jiggling in a way that made his cock pulse with need.

Nadia gasped, biting her lip to stifle a moan, but the sound carried, sharp and unmistakable. Outside, the women froze, their chatter halting mid-sentence, eyes darting to each other in the mirror. "Did you just hear that?" the brunette whispered, her eyebrow arching like a drawn bow as she glanced toward the stalls. "Was that... a slap? Or what was that?"

The blonde’s cheeks flushed, a nervous giggle escaping as she clutched her purse. "No way, probably an echo or a dropped clutch. But if someone’s getting frisky in there..." She shook her head, half-scandalized, half-envious. "Bold as hell for a gala restroom."

They turned back to the mirror, but the air had shifted, charged with suspicion. Inside the stall, Devon’s hunger overpowered restraint. His hands moved with predatory speed, yanking Nadia’s gown up over her hips, the fabric bunching in a crimson cascade as he tugged her panties down in one swift pull, exposing her naked ass around, plump, and begging for more. She hissed a protest, "Devon, stop, you can’t—" but her voice faltered as his cock sprang free from his zipper, thick and veined, glistening with precum, the head brushing her thigh with deliberate intent.

He slid a hand between her legs, fingers finding her cunt slick, swollen, dripping despite her fury, the wetness coating his fingers like a confession.

"Look at this," he growled low in her ear, his voice thick with lust as he circled her clit with slow, teasing pressure, making her thighs quiver uncontrollably. "Soaked and still fighting it? Your pussy’s begging for my cock, Nadia. You can play hard to get, but this—" he pressed harder, eliciting a stifled whimper—"this says you want it bad."

Nadia bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, her body betraying her with a fresh rush of arousal, her hips twitching back against his hand despite her resolve. "Shut up," she whispered fiercely, her voice shaking with rage and something darker. "This is wrong, you’re insane, Devon. Stop now."

He chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound that vibrated against her back, his free hand spreading her ass cheek, exposing her further. "Wrong? Feels like heaven to me." Holding her steady, he guided his cock to her entrance, the head nudging her slick folds, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside, her pussy stretching tight around his girth, the sensation ripping a loud, throaty moan from her throat.

The sound echoed, raw and unrestrained, bouncing off the stall walls like a siren’s call. Nadia clapped a hand over her own mouth, too late to muffle it, her eyes wide with panic as she realized the women outside must have heard. The brunette and blonde froze again, their eyes snapping to the stall door, mouths agape. "Oh my God," the brunette whispered, her voice trembling with shock. "That was no echo. Someone’s fucking in there right now, in the gala restroom!"

The blonde’s face burned crimson, a mix of scandal and awe. "No shame at all! Couldn’t even wait till the gala’s over? That’s... wild." She grabbed her friend’s arm, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hiss. "Who do you think it is?"

The brunette shook her head, clutching her purse as they hurried toward the door. "Whoever it is, they’re insane. Let’s get out before we’re caught in this mess." The door swung shut with a heavy thud, leaving Nadia and Devon in the echoing silence, the distant roar of the gala filtering through like a taunt.

Devon didn’t pause, his cock buried deep, thrusting slowly at first, savoring the way her pussy clenched around him, tight and wet, pulling him deeper with every stroke. Nadia’s resistance crumbled, her hands bracing against the stall wall as pleasure overrode her fury, her moans spilling out despite her efforts to stay quiet. Her ass bounced with each thrust, the sight driving him wild, his hands gripping her hips to pull her back harder, the slap of skin on skin filling the stall.