Check please!

You signal for the check, which appears promptly. Diana pulls out a shiny black credit card whose limit has gotta be 10x yours, and you split it down the middle. Neither of you say a word, as if you’re both eager to get out of there without breaking the spell.

You both stand up, Diana’s disguise glasses back in place, and head for the elevator. It’s all you can do to avoid running, and you get the sense she feels the same way. You’re only vaguely aware of the other diners as you cross the room, and barely hear the hostess’s polite sendoff. The elevator door opens and Diana precedes you inside.

The second the doors slide shut, you grab your gorgeous companion and push her roughly against the wall. For a split second she resists you as her warrior reflexes kick in, but then she relaxes and lets you manhandle her. Pinning her against the wall with your body, you kiss her with enough **** that you might hurt a normal woman, and she kisses you back with equal fervor. She reaches to cup your face with her hands, but you grab her wrists and pull her arms up over her head. Diana gives a deep-throated moan of urgency and lets you pin her wrists against the wall with one hand. You know it would take her barely any effort to stop you, but she clearly doesn’t want to.

Your kiss deepens and your tongue forces itself between her lips; her own tongue greets yours fiercely. You slide your free hand into the small of her back and pull her against you, the bulge in your pants rubbing against her. She makes a noise halfway between a moan and a growl and slides one long, shapely leg up the back of your thighs to wrap it around your rear, pulling you tighter against her.

The elevator slows to a halt with a ding, and you end the kiss with a gentle nibble of her bottom lip. Diana drops her leg back to the floor, and for a moment you stare hungrily into each others’ eyes. You are used to seeing passion in the women you’re kissing, but the yearning in Diana’s blue eyes is next level.

The door slides open. Your one hand tightens around her wrists, the other pressed into the small of her back as you pivot to one side and roughly shove her out of the elevator. She of course recovers her balance almost instantly, but still looks rather flustered and disheveled as she turns her head to give you a reckless glance.

The two of you pass through the bodega and out onto the street. Diana pauses to smooth out her dress and her breathing slows to something approaching normal. Without looking at you she says, “Do you have a car or shall I call us a ride, or…”

“Oh, I’m not going home with you now,” you say in a low voice.

Her head spins towards you, her eyes surprised and confused and maybe just a little hurt. “You’re…I thought…”

“It kinda defeats the point if you know when it’s coming. Don’t worry, it will happen, and soon.” A savage grin takes over your face. “But when I take you it will be by surprise.”

Here eyes narrow behind the glasses (which you barely even notice anymore) and her mouth curves into a sardonic grin. But you can feel her breath quicken again at the suggestion. “You should be aware that I am used to responding somewhat forcefully to being attacked.”

“Of course, that’s part of the challenge.” You meet her gaze one more time, then look past her shoulder and point your chin. “Run along home now Diana Prince. We’ll see each other again soon.”

Her grin turns almost girlish, as she turn on her heels and walks briskly away. You watch the amazing beauty retreat, admiring how the green dress clings to her shapely ass. Then she turns a corner and without looking back she is gone.

“Oh yes,” you say to yourself, “soon.”