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“You,” I reply before we clink our glasses and drink.
We continue to sit at the table, drinking a couple more flutes of champagne. I begin to loosen up the longer we sit and nobody approaches us. However, I also wonder why we’re even here. Is this a power move? Just to show them that they can show up and infiltrate their party?
Vicente continues to shower me with affection, unbothered by Jian and Tommy being around. I love when men can be affectionate with their women without worrying about how their friends will look at them. It shouldn’t be too surprising, because Vicente doesn’t seem the type to care what anyone thinks about anything.
He kisses my neck and hand, he playfully toys with the curls that hang around my face, and he teases me under the table with deft fingers that know exactly where to touch me and how.
His affection toward me has me feeling more comfortable, so I shift in his direction and let my hand run up his thigh. He arches an eyebrow, watching me with amusement.
“What’re you up to,amorcito?”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip briefly. “Just thinking about some things.”
He takes my hand and slides it to his cock. “What kind of things?”
“Naughty ones.”
A rumble in his throat comes before his next words. “Tell me one.”
I glance around and notice Tommy and Jian are completely ignoring us. In fact, nobody can see where my hands are. As far as everyone’s concerned we’re just having a quiet and private conversation.
“I want to be at your feet as you…” I trail off, looking down into his lap.
His fingers bring my chin up until I’m staring into his eyes. “Own it. Tell me what you want. It’s the only way you’ll get it.”
I put my shoulders back and start over. “I want to be at your feet as you jack off, and I want you to come all over me. In my mouth, on my face and chest. I want to be covered in your release.”
His nostrils flare slightly before his hand slides across the side of my neck until he’s cupping the back of my head while his tongue dips into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he says quietly when he pulls away, shifting so he can adjust himself in his pants.
Jian looks up then, his eyes assessing the situation. “You ready?”
Vicente nods once and Jian stands up and walks away.
“Are we leaving?” I ask.
“Soon,” Vicente answers. “Just have to talk to someone first. Come on.”
“Oh. Me?”
“Yes.”
I take his outstretched hand and allow him to pull me up from the chair. My head feels a bit foggy from the drinks and lack of food, but I manage just fine as we stroll toward the bar.
Vicente steps up to the mahogany wood and asks for more champagne. The older man from earlier, the one who gave the waiter permission to serve us, steps next to Vicente. I feel before I see Jian and Tommy take a step closer, both of them right behind us.
“Have you enjoyed yourself this evening?” the man asks.
Vicente turns slightly and gives him a smug grin. “I have. I didn't get served any food, but I guess I can overlook that.”
“Hmm.” The man is pissed, but he’s trying to keep his cool. I can see the anger in the set of his jaw and the way he clenches and unclenches his fist. I turn my attention to the bartender, thinking he’s a safer bet. “What do you need, Moreno? You took a gamble coming here tonight and nobody will forget it.”
“I’m a gambling man, Donati. You know that. High risk, high reward.”
“What reward do you think you’re owed? You are the one who opened a business in our territory. Everything you get coming to you is strictly what you deserve.”
“The guy you sent over certainly got what he deserved.”
