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“Don't you have plans for tonight?” I ask.
“No. I was supposed to be back in San Francisco today.”
“So what happened to stall your plans?” I ask teasingly.
He stops in the street and takes my face in his palms, tips it up toward him before covering all my senses with the entirety of Jared. The scent of his manly skin, the taste of his mouth, clearly hungry for me, the feel of his hard hands cupping my cheeks and the stubble grazing against my chin and nose. All combine to make me gasp.
His kiss envelops me in his essence and still I want more. I need him inside my body. It's the only sensation I can imagine now. He doesn’t care where we are, in public, in the middle of a busy downtown street. He stops and takes me, reconnecting our bodies, claiming me with his mouth so I know he's here.
I get it. I don't need to ask why he changed his plans. But I'm enthralled that he did, just so he could stay here in town with me.
We arrive at the beautiful restaurant and the supermodel-esque hostess struts toward us giving me the once over so I feel frumpy in my old coat and boots.
“Baby, take this to the washroom and change for me. You look perfect in anything but I want to see you wearing this.”
I take the store package he's been carrying and head to the washroom before the hostess can snatch my coat.
Ohmigod, the slinky dress and exquisite shoes I tried are wrapped up in gift boxes. They must have cost a fortune.
“I can't believe you did this for one date.” I whisper as I return to the table, unable to resist a smug look at the hostess. I feel amazing. Even more than I did in the store.
Jared stands, wraps my waist with his hand to pull me to him for a kiss before pushing my chair in.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“It's worth every dime. You look incredible in that dress. I might have you wear that every time we go to dinner.”
My pussy clenches as I recall Jared on his knees in front of me, his hot breath falling on my bare thighs.
Every time?
The restaurant’s tasting menu is unbelievable and he orders champagne to go with dessert so we can toast to us.
I can't take it anymore. Need is pressing at every corner of me.
He moves the candle to the side so as to take my hands in both his. His eyes in the flickering light are filled with lust and I'm about to insist that he take me to his hotel. Right now. More than anything I need to spend the night in his embrace. He seems unwilling to part from me also. We know what we want no matter the obstacles. Being together is all that matters.
But then I happen to look up to the hostess desk.
“Holy fuck,” I squeak, tearing myself away from his tender grasp to leap up from the table and dart headlong to the washroom.
