I pull Ava into the bathroom, pressing her soft body up against the door as I twist the lock.
“This reminds me of the last time I had you up against a door in a bathroom,” I remind her with a dirty smirk, which she returns. “You naughty little thing, spreading your legs for me under the dinner table,” I murmur against her soft pink lips. She’s already breathing heavily. I love seeing her whole body light up for me. “How close were you?” I ask, slipping my hand back up her skirt and down the front of her panties again. She feels so slick and warm. I groan against her neck as I spear her with two of my fingers.
“Mmmm…too close…” she practically moans in my ear.
“You’re doing so good tonight, baby. I’ve been sitting there thinking about how, when I get you home, I’m going to fuck my gratitude into you so hard.” I swirl my thumb around her hardening clit, and she bites her lip and whimpers.
“But before that, you’re going to put on some music and that hot pink lipstick from a few months ago and do a few tricks on that pole of yours for me in this thong.” I snap the band against her ass for good measure.
She nods, her pupils blown wide, and I’m not even sure she fully comprehends what I just said. Her hips are bucking against my fingers, chasing her orgasm. I slant my lips over hers and pick up my speed to help her along. She cries out into my mouth, and I swallow it with a masculine groan of my own. This woman undoes me. I press my hard cock against her hip just to enjoy the little bit of pressure it provides. Her breath catches in her throat when I twist my wrist, and I know she’s done for. I tell her what a good girl she is in her ear as her walls suction and ripple around my fingers, and she whimpers against my shoulder. After she calms, I resituate her clothing as I kiss her, then go to wash my hands after she pulls away from the kiss with a smile.
“I’ll be outside the door waiting for you.”
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Ava
Holy moly, I just let him finger me under the dinner table then finish me off in the bathroom of his parents’ restaurant. At this point, I’d gladly let that man do anything to me, anywhere hedeems appropriate. I do indeed still have that tube of hot pink lipstick at home he was talking about. I check in the mirror to fix my lipstick and remind myself to check his mouth before we head back to the table. Hopefully, we can get out of here soon.
When I open the door, he’s sitting on the arm of the couch with his ankles crossed checking his phone. He looks like something out of a magazine. Wistfully, I blow out a breath of air. He’s mine.
“How much longer do we need to stay?” I ask, checking his lips for my lipstick and seeing that he’s presentable.
“Bryn just texted that my dad brought out some fresh cannoli for dessert. We better hurry before she eats them all.”
“Then home?” I ask, noticing how his eyes warm when I say ‘home’. It wasn’t intentional, but I don’t hate the idea. I could picture it.
“Yeah, Firecracker. Then home.”
We get back to the table, instantly absorbed in more conversation as we all dig into the cannoli. It’s fantastic, and I sing praises to his father over them. You can tell that he takes great pride in what he makes.
“Thank you for coming back,” Bryn whispers to me with a mouth full of cannoli. I smirk because she’s just adorable with just about everything she does and says, even with a mouth full of food. “You saved me from the third degree my dad was giving me about Ted. They really don’t like him, do they?”
I shake my head in answer, and she frowns, contemplating her situation.
“I’m not so sure I’m crazy about him either, but I’m not convinced to end it yet.”
“You’ll figure it out. It’s not their love life, it’s yours,” I answer after I finish chewing my bite of gooey deliciousness. “But I wouldn’t put it past all the guys to try and talk you out of seeing him. They’ve all been talking about it.”
Bryn chokes on her drink, and everyone at the table looks over to see if she’s okay. She waves them off, and the three of them go back to their discussion.
“All of them? As in–”
“All four of them. They’ve even got Garrett in on it,” I cut in. Her eyes round, and she finishes her glass of wine.
“That’s just freaking perfect.” She sits back chewing on her bottom lip while crossing her arms.
Mark nudges me, leaning in next to my ear.
“You finished eating? Ready to get out of here?”
“Definitely.”
He kisses my cheek, and I see all three of his family members gawking. Bryn has a sly smile spread across her face, and his parents look taken aback by the sweetness of his actions. His mom sighs again, clearly happy with our match.
“Mama, we’re going to take off for the evening. Thank you for dinner,” he says, setting his napkin on his plate and standing.
“Yes, thank you for the lovely dinner. I’m so glad I got the chance to sit down with all of you,” I add in.
