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He gives a subtle nod. “It was, sunshine.”
“And I obeyed all the rules, right?”
His handsome face furrows and he shoots me a look that makes an uneasy feeling settle in my gut.
“I know the night’s not over yet, b-but—”
He pats his thighs. “Come here.”
I straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls my thick hair aside and trails soft kisses over my collarbone. Warmth rolls in my core. He runs his fingertips up my thigh, slowly pushing my dress up.
My breath hitches. He goes on kissing my neck, teeth gently scraping my skin.
“Lorenzo,” I whimper, dropping my hips and chasing friction between my thighs.
His tongue darts out, licking the length of my throat as his hands coast higher. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he yanks my panties to the side and brushes the pad of his thumb over my clit.
My thighs tremble and I gasp.
He lifts his head, his dark eyes boring into mine. “You had two rules, Mia. Can you tell me which one you broke?”
I open and close my mouth like a goldfish, genuinely confused as he goes on softly rubbing my clit. “I know I talked a lot, but I was chatting with Joey about the casino. I didn’t babble.”
“I never said you talked too much,” he replies coolly.
“I-I—” Heat flashes over my cheeks. He’s talking about the negativity thing. “I didn’t… Joey said I looked stunning, and I just said thank you…” Now I’m babbling, and he’s making it hard to think with his delicious teasing between my thighs. I did accept Joey’s compliment, and Max’s, even though it felt strange not to brush them off.
His eyes narrow. “What did you have to eat?”
“A Caesar salad.”
He increases the pressure with his thumb, and I whimper. “Why?”
“Because I—”
“Don’t lie to me, Mia,” he warns.
I swallow down the words that were about to trip off my tongue, not so much a lie as a well-practiced habit. “Because I didn’t want to appear greedy,” I admit on a whisper while heat and need coil deep in my core.
“Did anyone else at the table appear greedy for eating what they wanted?”
“No, but I…” I bite my lip, wanting to scowl at him but too distracted by what he’s doing with that magical thumb to follow through. “So, I want to eat healthily. I don’t get how that’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not, but when you deny yourself an occasional pleasure because of some fucked-up idea that you’re fat, it isn’t healthy.” He rubs harder, swiping the pad of his thumb from side to side.
“I didn’t deny myself.” I try to snap at him, but my words come out on a moan.
“Did you want dessert? Do you think I didn’t hear your stomach growl when I was eating mine? If I take you out for dinner, Mia, I expect you to fucking enjoy it.”
“I did enjoy dinner. Just because I didn’t eat dessert—” My climax builds to a crescendo, and I throw my head back on a moan. How does he have me so close using only his thumb? Wizard! “I didn’t even know that was part of the rules,” I whimper.
“It wasn’t. But what did you say when Joey asked why you weren’t having dessert?”
Oh bananas! Here I was thinking I aced his test. My cheeks burn with shame. “That my ass was fat,” I whisper.
He changes the angle of his thumb, sweeping back and forth now. “That it was the size of a bus?”
“I… I was joking. It’s a reflex thing—” I gasp, my thighs and core tightening with my impending orgasm. Just before it hits, Lorenzo stops, slips his hand away, and grabs my jaw, holding my head in place so I have nowhere to look but his eyes.
