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“Do I really have a choice? We both know that if you want me there, I’ll have to be there.”
He smirks, picking up his glass again. “Good girl, you’re starting to know me. However, since you’ve always wanted to go sailing, I’m seriously giving you a choice to think about it.”
I press my lips together and note the playful expression on his face.
“Okay, I’ll think about it.” I grab my wine too.
Our pizzas arrive and we tuck in. As always, I enjoy it even though it’s strange being here with Hunter and not Emily or another friend.
The time goes by and we make small talk about the wedding. Eventually an hour passes and I realize I should head back to work.
With the exception of the days when I have back-to-back meetings or activities that require my presence, Gwen allows me to manage my breaks however I want, but usually I take an hour like most members of staff.
“All good?” Hunter asks when I take the last sip of my wine. He finished eating and drinking about ten minutes ago.
“Yes, this was nice but I should probably head back to work now.”
“Sure, how about dessert first?”
“I’m stuffed.” I chuckle. “There’s no way I can eat another thing until later.”
Hunter inches closer so that our knees brush, then he leans in toward my ear. “I didn’t mean for you. I meant dessert for me.” His hot breath tickles my skin, making me think of sinful things again.
“Then you’re welcome to have your dessert.”
“Good, I’m glad you feel that way because I’m having your pussy for dessert.”
Shock locks my lungs and my breath stalls in my throat. “What? We can’t do that here.”
I don’t know what should worry me more—the fact that saying no didn’t even cross my mind, or that I’m more worried people will see us.
Hunter moves his chair closer and presses his hard bicep against my arm. “How about we see?”
Before I can take my next breath or think of another word of protest, the devil’s hand is between my legs, cupping my sex.
“Hunter.” My voice comes out in a hushed strain. “You need to stop.”
“No. Now keep still, unless you want to draw attention to yourself.”
Slowly, his hand creeps down my thigh to roll my skirt up my legs, then he slips a finger into my panties, touching my bare skin. Anything I might have thought of saying next dies in my mind when he pushes his fingers deeper into my pussy and starts massaging my clit.
I glance around to check if anyone is watching us. There’s no one. The next table is several feet away and the man sitting at it is so captivated by his newspaper he doesn’t even know we’re here.
Hunter’s finger starts feeling too good and I wriggle against him. But I only end up screwing myself over because his finger feels even better and a little moan slips out.
I clasp my hand over my mouth and Hunter’s smile widens.
“You need to keep still, Bellissima.” He starts a steadier pump that ignites all my nerves at once.
“No, we can’t do this here.”
“But you like it.” His voice dips lower. “You like my hands in your little pussy, teasing out your pleasure.”
“Noo...” I pant.
“If that’s true then stop me.” He leans forward so we’re eye to eye. “Take your hand and remove mine. Simple.”
The oh so simple instruction registers in my brain but… I can’t move. My God. I. Can’t. Move. I can hardly breathe past the powerful blast of pleasure fusing with every nerve in my body, much less focus long enough to pull his hand away from me.
