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Naturally, this made her want to come. His palm ground sensually against her clit as he continued to finger her. She clenched her hands, pressing her fingernails into her palms to distract herself.
All too soon, he pulled his hand away, to her extreme sexual frustration. Bringing his fingers to his nose, he inhaled. “I love the way you smell,” he said, making her flush. He slid his index finger into his mouth. “And the way you taste.”
“Can I come, Sir?” she begged, still on fire with lust.
“Absolutely not, slut,” he said with a chuckle. “I like it when you suffer for me.”
The words sent a delicious submissive shudder through her body and pulled a sigh from her lips. She closed her thighs in an effort to alleviate the throb in her sex.
It wasn’t long before they pulled into the parking lot of a small café. It still being quite early on a Saturday morning, they were seated immediately at a small table with the view of the French Broad River. Lia had missed her morning mark during their week apart, and now squirmed happily against the chair, enjoying the lingering sting that remained even after the soothing salve.
Menus were already on the table, along with a small pitcher of cream, a bowl of sugar packets and a bottle of Firewalker hot sauce.
As they perused the menus, a thirtysomething waitress dressed in a low-cut top that barely covered her substantial chest appeared holding a carafe of hot coffee.
“My name’s Odilia and I’ll be your server this morning,” she said in a sultry drawl, her focus entirely on Beau. She leaned down so her cleavage was almost in his face. “How are y’all doing today, sugar?”
“Doing very well,” Beau answered with a smile, not appearing in the least discomfited by her not-so-subtle overtures.
“Can I get y’all started with some coffee?” she asked, her attention still solely on Beau.
Get used to it, Lia told herself with an inward grin. After all, the guy was seriously hot, even without knowing how masterful he was.
“Sounds good,” Beau replied. “How about you, Lia?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” she replied, consciously echoing Odilia’s Southern drawl.
The waitress obligingly filled both their mugs. “Y’all know what you want or you need a little more time?”
“I’m ready. Lia?” Beau asked, nodding toward her.
Lia glanced again at the menu. The few bites of ice cream she’d consumed in the middle of the night were a distant memory.
“I’ll have the banana-stuffed French toast with extra butter and syrup,” she said. “Oh, and also two over-easy eggs and a side of bacon.”
Beau lifted his brows in obvious amusement.
“What?” she said defensively. “I’m hungry.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he protested, grinning. “I like a girl with a healthy appetite.” To Odilia, he said, “I’ll have the chicken and waffles, thanks.”
As the waitress went to put in their order, Beau reached beneath the small table and slid his hand under Lia’s skirt. Fortunately, the table was covered with a long cloth, so no one else could see what he was doing.
He stroked her thigh as he murmured, “Let’s finish what we started in the car. I want you to play with yourself under the table. If you can make yourself come before she brings the food, you have my permission.”
Lia glanced around. There was no one yet seated at any of the nearby tables. She slipped her hand under her skirt and between her legs. After another glance around, she rubbed furiously at herself, eager to come before the waitress returned.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Beau directed.
Lia focused on the sexy man across from her. His eyes blazed into hers as she stroked herself. She had to press her lips together to keep from moaning aloud. Her nostrils flared as her breathing quickened.
“Now,” he commanded in a soft but masterful tone. “Come for me, Lia.”
Heart smashing against her ribs, Lia slid a finger inside herself, her eyes fixed on Beau, her palm grinding against her swollen clit. With a stifled cry, she climaxed in a series of small spasms.
Odilia chose that moment to return with their food. As she set down the plates, she eyed Lia with apparent concern. “You all right, honey?” She lifted a brow. “You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine,” Lia managed. She turned her attention to the food to avoid eye contact with either one of them. “This looks great. Thanks.”
