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Oh God, Dylan told me I’m loud when I’m having sex. Does that mean actual sex with a dick inside me and a man who’s working hard to make all kinds of noises with me? Or does that mean I’m noisy any time I’m having an orgasm?
I really hope we’re not about to find out.
Tina’s face breaks out in a grin right as Owen hits my G-spot, my A-spot, my B-spot, all my spots. “I love bowling,” she says. “Please don’t make me go to the spa.”
My pussy clenches and I swear Owen makes one of his growly noises, but then, see: hot mess. He could be over there making all kinds of noises right now while also getting himself off and I’d have no idea.
I’m. Going. To. Come.
Mathius arrives back at the table, eyeing Owen and saying something to him.
I try to listen but fail because all the muscles I have inside are contracting and every inch of my skin is flushing with heat.
My nipples are desperate for Owen’s touch.
The center of my body explodes with pleasure and then it’s like a wave of never-ending bliss outward to my toes, my fingertips, my everything.
My brain goes completely blank.
I grasp Owen’s thigh.
It’s taking everything in me not to utter a sound, but I’m unable not to sink back into the chair and just let the waves of pleasure take over.
Owen removes his hand from under my dress and carries on a conversation with Tina and Mathius.
When I finally recover from my orgasm, I sit up and reach for the glass of champagne Tina ordered, thankful that she did.
Owen turns to watch me as I take a gulp. The look in his eyes tells me it might have been harder for him to restrain himself from actually fucking me on this table than it was for me not to announce to the restaurant that he had his fingers inside me.
Tina frowns. “Are you feeling okay, Charlize? You just looked like you might pass out.”
See: hot mess, hot mess, hot mess.
This is what orgasms in the middle of a restaurant do to a girl.
“I’m okay,” I say. “I’m just tired.”
“Yes,” Owen agrees. “It’s been a long day.” He checks his watch and looks at Mathius. “We’ve got an early flight tomorrow, so we might say goodnight. Tina mentioned you’ll be in New York next month. We’ll plan on dinner while you’re there.”
We say our goodbyes. I promise Tina we’ll absolutely go bowling next month. Owen and Mathius agree on dinner. Then, Mathius and Tina head for the hotel bar while Owen guides me to the elevator. I think he’s aware I’m in no state to guide myself anywhere.
When we reach the elevators, Owen keeps a respectful distance.
He stands next to me, not touching me.
I don’t look at him.
I stare straight ahead.
We don’t talk, but everything between us is loud.
The elevator arrives and we step inside.
Owen’s hand comes to the small of my back and just that brief amount of contact is enough to cause my breath to hitch.
We stand at the back of the elevator as another couple stand at the front. They’re arguing over something. I have no idea what because my focus is completely on Owen.
Whereas he didn’t touch me while we waited for the elevator, he now stands so close to me that I’m practically combusting over here.
