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Groans she’s trying to suppress let me know she’s close, and I wrap my other hand around her mouth so she can cry out against my fingers. The dominance works, and she explodes, coating my skin with her sweet juices. “That’s right, come all over my hand Fireball. Then everyone will know I’m yours too covered in your heavenly scent.”

Fuck if she’s not possessive too squirting again from my confirmation in her ear. Collapsing against me, she pants from the overwhelming sensations.

“Oh my god. What’s wrong with me? What are you doing to me?”

I smile into her silky hair. “Exactly what you want.”

“We’re terrible. We shouldn’t be doing stuff like this you know.”

With her succulent lips parting, I pounce, kissing her hard. The sweet-tart tang of her wine welcomes me, and I moan into her mouth. She responds with her hands clutching my lapels and her tongue clashing with mine. Perfect. I plunge back into her slippery cunt. I guess I’ll be fucking her in here after all.

“Ready for dinner?”

Patty’s voice breaks the spell, and Addie scrambles into her own chair. A glowing blush stains her cheeks. I guess she’s embarrassed the waitress caught me finger fucking her. While I don’t give a damn.

Like the professional she is, Patty only focuses on presenting our meals rather than Addie squirming in her chair and me tasting the tip of my finger.

“We have pork tenderloin with a bacon-apple-pecan center topped with a honey siracha glaze. It’s accompanied by blistered green beans and smashed sweet potato medallions.”

After she slides our plates in front of us, she bows slightly. “I’ll return with your Chardonnay.”

Once she’s gone, Addie covers her face with her hands. “We’re horrible, horrible people.”

I chuckle. I love how ingenuous she is. I clutch her engagement ring and drag down her fingers. “What’s horrible? A man loves his woman and shows her. No one else is around, and Patty doesn’t care.”

The frown remains but her shoulders lower. “Really?”

“Yeah. I’m not concerned what anyone thinks but you. If you’re happy…” I suck my finger again and groan. “…which I think you are, then that’s all that matters.”

Seemingly flustered, she grabs for the napkin haphazardly draped across her lap with jittery movements. “I should probably go to the ladies room.”

I shrug. “If you do, I’ll follow you in there and fuck you against the mirror.”

Debate plays out on her face. Naughty is fun, as she well knows. But unlike me she still has a conscience. Finally, she sags against the cushion and picks up her fork. Decision made.

I’m a little disappointed but know better than to push her too far too fast. I’m in this for the long game.

To prove my point, I grab my own silverware and take a bite. Excellent meat.

With some hesitation, she slowly mimics me and tastes her own food.

“This is so amazing too.”

“Agreed but don’t tell Mrs. Z, or she’ll be jealous.”

My teasing works, and she relaxes with her laughter. We enjoy the entrée while Patty brings our drinks as well as a pitcher of water with lemons floating on the surface. Satisfied we’re taken care of, the waitress head bobs each of us.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a little bit and then we’ll discuss dessert.”

We get a wink and a mischievous smile before she leaves us.

Now that Addie’s calm again, I’ll ask her what I’ve always wondered. “How did you end up with Pete?”

“A girl I worked with at Miserda had two little boys, and I helped out by babysitting a few times. When their dog had puppies, she gave me one for free. They sold the others for more than six hundred dollars each. I didn’t care that he was purebred or anything. I just picked him because he has such a sweet personality.”

“He’s a great dog.”

“He’s my best friend.”

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