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“Make another choice?” She hastily added, “Sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to cut you off.”
“Apology accepted, but it still goes into the notepad,” Nick replied, picking up the pad and pen. “You can either close your eyes while I feed you, or keep them open and put your fingers back between your legs.”
* * *
Bianca’s heart was racing, her hands shook, and her pussy was soaked. The decision seemed impossible. She longed to return her fingers to her clit, but she was thrilled at the thought of closing her eyes and being fed.
“I see a public spanking in someone’s future if she doesn’t make up her mind.”
“Please feed me, Sir,” she exclaimed, panic seizing her as she hastily shut her eyes.
The delicious savory bites were presented to her lips one after the other. Though she greedily accepted them, she was shocked when his finger, covered in tangy sauce, slid into her mouth and began moving in and out. With her face burning an even deeper red, she was beginning to think the salacious moment would never end when he ordered her to look at him. As she opened her eyes, he traced her lips with his fingertip.
“Your lips are sublime,” he mumbled, “and you’re going to wrap them around my cock, aren’t you, Bianca? You’re going to show me just how much you love it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her voice had sounded as weak as she felt.
He had melted her.
“I love you, Nick.”
The whispered words had spilled out before she could stop them.
Barely able to breathe, she waited for his response.
CHAPTER21
Catching sight of the waiter walking toward them carrying their entrees, Nick quickly straightened up.
“Talk about bad timing,” she mumbled, dropping her eyes.
“I don’t think he was close enough to hear what we were saying,” Nick remarked with a wink as the server arrived and placed their dinners in front of them. “Try your sole. It’s delicious.”
But she didn’t smile, and barely looked at the plate. With a frown crinkling her brow, she picked up her glass and downed her champagne in a single gulp.
“Bianca, are you okay?”
“Excuse me,” she muttered, abruptly pushing back from the table and hurrying away.
Watching her move quickly through the door to the restrooms, he knew something had just gone horribly wrong, and he wasn’t about to sit around and wait for her return. Rising to his feet and striding through the dining room, he stepped into the short passage just in time to see her opening the exit door that led outside to the back of the building.
“Bianca!”
As she glanced over her shoulder, the bright overhead porch light illuminated her face and he spotted smudged mascara around her eyes. She’d been crying.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he called, hurrying after her.
Marching through the door and almost catching up, he could see she was trying to run, but she was unsteady on her feet and was about to trip. Lunging forward, he caught her arm just as she stumbled.
“What the hell is going on?” he demanded, spinning her around to face him.
“Nothing,” she panted, struggling in his grip. “Please let me go. I just needed some air.”
“Bullshit. Tell me. What happened? Why did you bolt from the table? Why did you come out here?”
But she didn’t reply, and as she continued to wriggle, he realized he needed a different tack.
