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For now, I run my fingers through the slick valley and settle them over her hard clit. She lets out a shocked breath. I smile. I’m just getting warmed up…
As I slowly circle her nub, her hold on me tightens. Her eyes widen with something near panic. Her hips dance in a rhythm that begs for satisfaction.
This won’t take long.
“Xavian!” she keens out.
“That feels good, princess. Doesn’t it?”
“So good. Oh…” she pants. “So…oh, my gosh.”
Fuck, her arousal is contagious. Our stares fuse. A moan slips from her pouty lips. And all I can think about is having her naked in my bed so I can spend all night finding every way possible to make her come.
She’s close now. Her thighs tremble. A flush blooms across her chest. Her breasts rise and shake with each sharp inhalation. She’s so damn beautiful. I want to spend a year corrupting her. No, a decade. Fuck that, a century.
I pinch her clit. Her cries turn louder. Her whole body jolts. Her flesh turns steely between my fingers.
Watching her desperately seek the orgasm I’m about to give her is fucking intoxicating…
“Oh. Oh!” Her eyes slide shut. “Oh my—”
“Eyes open. Look at me.” When she goes over, I want her to know exactly who’s heaping ecstasy on her.
Her lashes flutter up, leaving helpless, dilated eyes focused on me as if I’m her entire universe. “I’m going to…”
“Come?”
“I can’t stop it.”
“Don’t. Give it to me.”
She bites her lip as if she’s trying to stay quiet, but she pants once, twice… Suddenly, her body jolts and bucks. She lets out an urgent wail that surely resonates through the adjacent kitchen and drifts to the dining room. That should probably make me happy. But I’m focused solely on Corinne, especially when the last of her feral cry ekes from her fuckable mouth just before she wilts back to the table.
Holy shit, that was hot. How the hell am I going to make it home without every single person in that packed restaurant seeing how hard I am? And what will I do when I get her home? I promised I’d give her a couple of days before we have sex.
I’ll die. My brain won’t survive because all my blood is trapped in my cock.
Finally, Corinne catches her breath and blinks up at me, stunned. If that’s all it takes to make her speechless, spending time with her and convincing Parker we’re in love will be the time of my life.
But now I need to show her off, while she’s flushed and disheveled. Reluctantly, I help her to her feet and flip her around, nuzzling her neck as I zip up her dress. “Let’s go.”
She shudders, legs wobbling, as she braces on the table. “I-I need a minute to fix my hair and lipstick and—”
“That doesn’t work for our plan, princess.” I spin her to face me and offer her my right arm. “Hold on to me.”
Corinne bites her lip. “Everyone out there will know what we just did.”
“Yep.”
She closes her eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s perfect. All those people will see that you’re satisfied. The story will get back to your brother, too. Now take my arm.” I hold it out until her fingers curl around my gray coat—a stark contrast to her pale hand and the glittering diamond on her ring finger. “Let’s give the folks a show.”
Slowly, I slide the doors to the dining room open. Everyone turns and stares. Beside me, Corinne clutches my arm.
People reach for their phones.
Smiling smugly, I make a spectacle of wiping her lipstick from my mouth before burrowing my face in her neck. “Look happy.”
Her lips curl up into something loopy and lopsided. “Like this?”
“Perfect.” I lead her forward, dropping a kiss on her exposed shoulder. “A lot of cameras capturing the moment…”
“They aren’t even trying to be discreet.”
“No. After tonight you’ll be infamous, too.”
“I already feel that way,” she groans.
“We’re just getting started.”
I lead her down the steps and through the dining room. Every gaze is glued to us, even the waitstaff’s. When the path between chairs narrows, I urge Corinne ahead of me, planting my hands possessively at the small of her back.
“Press your left hand to your chest like the evening has been overwhelming,” I murmur in her ear.
She complies. “It has.”
More people snap pictures. I can’t resist laying another kiss on her bare shoulder.
She shudders. “You have to stop doing that.”
“Why?” The path to the front of the restaurant widens again and I wrap my arm around her.
She blinks up at me. Her eyes are still dark with passion, her lips swollen from my kiss. “I’m shaky. Every time you touch me only makes it worse.”
The feeling is mutual. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself again.”
“Xavian…”
She’s going to remind me that none of this is real. Logically, she’s right, but if we’re both feeling it, is it really still a lie?
