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“Good, because so do I.” I can’t help my wide smile. “It’s still fairly early, so it must still be really quiet at the club,” he says. He snatches his phone off the table. “Let’s see if I can book a play room at Dark Compulsion or get a suite at the Quintus Hotel.” I watch over his shoulder as he opens an app and books a room. “Done! I get to fuck you to my heart’s content tonight.”
“Very romantic, Casanova.”
“You weren’t complaining Saturday night.”
It’s not like I can argue with him.
The man sated needs I didn’t even know I had.
I crave the feel of his cock deep inside my needy pussy.
Silence engulfs us for a few beats. “What do you want me to do to you tonight?” he asks, his voice dropping a notch, sounding entirely too seductive, although I’m unsure if it’s on purpose or not.
I may not have much experience with domineering men, but something tells me I won’t have much of a choice in the matter. Suits me just fine.
“I’ll leave the decision in your capable hands,” I sass.
“You’re such a quick learner.” Desire pools in his eyes. “And you’re such a good girl.”
He’s so commanding, it’s thrilling. Until Levi, I never thought I’d be this turned on by a man telling me what to do.
“I aim to please, sir.”
Honestly, I don’t know where that came from, but when I’m around him, I lose all my inhibitions.
His lips curve up in a self-satisfied and totally sexy grin. “And you do it so well, pet.”
The urge to beg him to kiss me overwhelms me. But that might fall in the romantic bucket, which he clearly has no interest in.
A wicked thought blooms inside my head.
I look over my shoulder.
With our backs facing most patrons, no one is paying us any attention. They’re too busy devouring their delicious meals.
I pull my lower lip between my teeth as I weigh the pros and the cons of my wicked idea.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” Levi asks.
With lust leading my thoughts, I glide my hand down his chiseled body until it lands on his muscular thigh. I caress the length of it a few times before my hand accidently slips between his legs and brushes against his hard-on. The devil made me do it.
His body tenses and his eyes close.
I hesitate.
Perhaps that was too forward.
“If you’re going to touch me, sweetness, do it for real or not at all.” His voice is gravel. He repositions my hand, guiding it so it drags up every mouthwatering inch of his cock. He closes his hand over mine, pressing my palm against his iron rod erection. “Yeah, like that,” he growls in a low voice. I shift against my seat to alleviate the tension building between my legs. “Feel how hard I am for you, pet.”
He stares down at me with hooded eyes and I lose myself in the blue ocean framed by long dark lashes.
My head clouds with lust and it leaves me disoriented.
He’s like a potent drug, at least I assume, as I’ve never done drugs.
That’s the only explanation.
Here I am palming a guy in the middle of a restaurant.
