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I melt, the way I do every time he calls me a fuckinggood girl, and spread my legs even farther. My dress hikes higher, and before I can even worry about being embarrassed, Alessandro's fingers brush over my clit and send my mind spiraling.
I bite the inside of my cheeks, fighting the urge to mewl as he draws tight circles around the swollen nub.
“Fuck,” I whisper, fighting to keep quiet. I’m on fire, desperate to feel more of him. I want his fingers inside me, fucking me beneath the table while everyone around us enjoys their lunch obliviously.
Dipping lower, he teases my entrance, and I can tell just how wet I am. I'll be lucky if I don't leave a wet spot for the busboy to wipe down, but it might be too late already.
Alessandro dips a finger inside slowly, and I gasp, bucking my hips forward and begging for more. He obliges, pressing deeper into me, and my head falls back to rest against the booth.
"Do you want more, babydoll?" he asks.
I nod, needy heat burning through my center.
"Yes. Please." My voice is urgent and hardly sounds like me at all.
His expression is cool and collected as he buries his fingers deeper inside me, pumping them in and out slowly while I knead my bottom lip between my teeth.
My pulse races quicker at the thought of someone approaching the booth while Alessandro is knuckle deep inside me, but tension builds against his fingers at the thought of being caught.
What we're doing is so wrong.
So bad.
But oh so fucking right at the same time.
"Alex," I whisper, my voice breathy as heat pounds through my core. The tension builds, tightening my insides until I'm at my breaking point. I grab onto his forearm, rolling my hips to increase the friction, my breathing haggard as my climax approaches.
I don't give a fuck if anyone overhears. I don't even care if they watch.
I just need to come, and I need to comenow.
"Faster, please," I whimper, fighting to keep my voice low.
He obliges, and I close my eyes, giving in to the pleasure slamming through me until I'm clenching around his fingers.
I squeeze my eyes tighter, riding his hand through the orgasm, and I forget everything for a couple of seconds. The restaurant. The customers. Everything disappears until I'm whimpering, panting, and gripping the edge of the table until my orgasm subsides.
When my eyes open again, Alessandro is staring at me, looking completely enamored. There's a wild glint in his eyes, a predatory look that makes my heart palpitate. He looks like he wants to attack me, devour me…
He slides his fingers out of me, cutting off every thought I have, and I’ve barely adjusted myself when the waiter steps up to the side of our table.
"Your Marguerite," he says, sitting a delicious-looking pizza down on the table. "And your Homestyle." He sits a burger down in front of me.
"Perfect," Alessandro says. "We're good for now."
Yes, leave.My brain is going haywire, running ninety miles a minute.
"I'll be back to check on you in a bit."
As the waiter disappears, Alessandro looks over and meets my gaze, sticking his fingers that are soaked with my slick in his mouth and sucking them clean.
I whimper.
Even though I just got off, my libido kicks up again as I watch him lick every bit of me off him.
"I'm starving," he says, and something tells me he isn’t thinking about food. Frankly, neither am I, but I'm not keen to let all this amazing food go to waste so I can fuck Alessandro in the mop closet.
"Me too," I say, tugging the hem of my dress down and trying to slow my rapid breaths.
