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I slide my hand over her ass and pull her close.
Her body feels good against mine.
It's already afternoon. We're well past lunchtime. My stomach is growling and this place smells amazing. Like garlic and fresh bread.
But I still want her more than I want food.
More than I want anything.
The guy at the counter of this offbeat sandwich shop is giving me that I know him from somewhere look. Thankfully, he says nothing as he hands me my credit card.
I motion to the empty corner in the back. "Why don't you grab our seats?"
"Sure." Bella bites her bottom lip. She knows exactly what I have in mind for that secluded corner. She tries to play cool as she grabs our water cups, but her gait is unsteady.
She's in flat shoes. There's no reason for her to be stumbling.
No reason except her needing exactly the same thing I need.
I pull a hundred from my wallet, press it flat to the counter, and look the hipster guy in the eyes. "We want a little privacy."
The hipster guy nods with understanding. He takes the bill with a smile. "Sure thing." He motions to the mason jar filled with a bright red laminated 76. "Don't forget your number."
Okay, sure. We're the only people here. It's ridiculous that we need a number. But I know how this sort of thing goes. It's the way my dad thinks.
A policy is a policy. And since I don't give a fuck about the policy, I'm not about to argue.
I'm not about to do anything that could make it impossible to get what I want.
My cock rouses at the thought of spreading Bella's legs and stroking her to orgasm in that tiny booth.
Fuck, it's tempting.
Painfully tempting.
But my cock is going to have to wait.
I need Bella panting.
I need her dripping with desire.
I need to be sure that she's never wanted anything as badly as she wants my hands on her skin.
Shit. This isn't helping get blood back to my brain.
I grab another glass, fill it with ice and water, and down every drop. That does little to cool me off.
Bella is sitting in that tiny both, her pretty dress falling over her crossed legs.
When her eyes catch mine, she uncrosses her legs and spreads them apart. Her skirt hikes up her thighs. Then her legs are crossing again and she's wearing a coy smile.
Fuck, she looks cute in that dress. Its flower pattern is sweet and innocent. The purple cardigan over her shoulders only adds to the schoolgirl charm.
I take a seat next to her. My gaze goes straight to the creamy skin of her inner thigh.
It's hard to think about anything but getting my hand under that dress.
But I promised her I'd talk.
