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He smirks. “Or I could bring you lunch again? I did quite enjoy our lunch date this week.”
“I bet you did!” I chuckle.
Sometime later, our plates are cleared, and the dessert is placed on the table between us. I stare at the delicate dish, and my mouth waters at the sweet caramel scent wafting toward me.
Sam laughs lightly. “I take it you approve of my choices this evening then?”
“Hell yes, I do,” I tell him, smiling brightly. “Everything has been wonderful, except for your taste in company—myself excluded, of course.”
“To be fair, I don’t have control over who else dines here,” he says, digging a dainty silver spoon into the crème brûlée and offering it to me.
I lean forward, and he slides the spoon into my mouth. An embarrassing moan escapes me as the exquisite flavor bursts on my tongue.
The spoon clatters to the table. “And on that note, I think it’s time to get the check,” Sam announces.
“But the . . .” I point at the dessert.
“We’ll get it to go,” he says, raising one hand to signal the waiter while the other discreetly disappears under the table.
Terrance approaches, and Sam tells him, “We’ll get the check now, please, and take the crème brûlée with us.”
I wait till Terrance is out of earshot then ask, “Are you seriously that turned on you can’t wait until we finish?”
He slides his hand over mine on the table. “Baby, if I have to watch you eat the rest of this crème brûlée,”—he gives my mouth a pointed stare—“we’re not going to make it home. Besides, I’d much rather feed it to you while you’re naked.”
I have a very vivid imagination,and right now, it’s giving me some fantastic ideas regarding Hannah and that crème brûlée.
A seductive smile tugs at her gorgeous mouth. “Why, Sammy, are you trying to tell me you have a kink that involves food?”
“I’m pretty sure I’d be open to anything as long as it involves you naked.” I grin as a blush tints her cheeks.
Terrance returns with the bill folder and a small box wrapped with a white bow containing our dessert. I slide a couple of hundreds in, making sure to leave him a nice tip, then take Hannah’s hand and lead her outside where my car is waiting.
My driver opens the door for us, Hannah scoots in, and I follow, tugging her into my lap as soon as the door closes behind me. “I’ve been waiting to taste you all night,” I murmur against her slender neck.
She arches into me. “Then what are you waiting for?”
My hands glide up her smooth thighs under the skirt of her dress. I lick and suck the column of her throat, thanking God for back seat dividers, as I move her panties aside and dip two fingers into her pussy. She squirms in my lap, riding my fingers as I pump them in and out. I grip her ass with my free hand, squeezing the plump cheek.
“Yes,” she moans, reaching to stroke me through my trousers.
“Give me your mouth,” I demand. I need her tongue on mine. She dips her head, grazing her lips over my jaw then dragging her mouth along my throat. “I said, give. Me. Your. Mouth.”
Her head pops up, lust burning in her eyes as I slam my lips over hers, devouring her. She sighs into the kiss, and I slide my fingers out of her dripping pussy to fumble with my belt. I can’t wait any longer to be inside her. She reaches out, helping me free my cock, wrapping her little hand over my length as I pull a condom from my wallet.
“Hurry,” she whimpers. “I need you.”
Fuck yes.
I roll the rubber over my shaft. Hannah hovers above me as I align us, then she drives down hard and fast. My head tips back against the headrest as she rides me, pleasure sweeping through every nerve ending in my body. I tug at the top of her dress, her perfect breasts falling free, and I suck one of her rosy nipples into my mouth.
She shudders hard, sending shock waves through my dick as her body clenches around me. “Fuck, Hannah,” I groan. “You feel so good, baby.”
“Play with my tits, Sam. Keep touching me. I’m so close.”
My hands snake around her torso, and I graze my fingertips over her ribcage then cup her breasts in my palms. “Like this, baby?” I ask, pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
“Harder,” she pants. “Harder, Sam! More . . .”
