Page 56 of Unruly

“Keep acting like that bothers you for the sake of your pride,” he said with a grin. “And I’ll pretend like you didn’t spread your legs to get my fingers fucking you a little deeper, babe.”

“You are awful.”

“Aren’t I, though?”

Cross kept pumping his fingers into her cunt. On each push, he curled his fingers so the tips dragged along her G-spot on the withdrawal. He knew exactly what his wife loved, and what would get her coming the fastest.

Leaning in, he kissed her quivering chin, then her delicate jawline, and up to the apple of her cheek. With his face covering hers from the view of the other patrons behind them, Catherine seemed fine with letting her eyes flutter close as her pussy started squeezing hard around his fingers.

“Quiet,” he warned, “and eyes on me, babe.”

Her eyes flew wide. Pretty green, and dancing with lust. Her pupils dilated wide as he felt the telltale shake in her thighs.

“Do you know how hot that gets me, Catty?”

“W-what?”

“That you’re just a bit of an exhibitionist. It gets you off like this. What is it that does it for you, huh? The thrill of getting caught, or—”

“You,” she whispered. “It’s you.”

“Is that what it is?”

“And I think you meant we’re deviants.”

“That, too.”

Catherine’s control finally snapped with a quiet gasp, and a soft, “Oh.”

He kissed her lips as she somehow managed to hold herself still through the orgasm. He didn’t miss her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, though, or the way her fingers curled firmly around the edge of the table.

“We are going straight to hell,” she told him.

Cross laughed as he withdrew his hand from between her legs. “You think?”

“Definitely.”

He looked down at his watch, and considered the time.

“Well, we’ve got another fifteen minutes before the rest of our guests get here. Care to let me finish before they do?”

Catherine’s hooded gaze met his. “Finish where?”

“Back office.”

“This place has a manager.”

Cross nodded. “And I sign his paychecks. Come on, Catty. I’ll let you suck my fingers clean when we get back there. I know how much you like that.”

She was up from her seat before he even finished.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Catherine breathed.

God, he loved her noises.

Especially when he was fucking her.

Cross had her lifted against the office wall, her dress shoved up around her hips, and her panties shoved in his back pocket. He swore it felt like the very flex of his hips took him deeper into her pussy.