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I slide my hand over his balls and give them a little squeeze, and I feel them tighten in response to my attention.
“Fuck, like that. Shit, sweet girl, I’m about to come.” With that, I flick my tongue over the tip of his swollen crown, and I sit up.
“What the fuck, Anna?” Grey hisses in frustration.
“We’re almost there; I have to fix my makeup.” I look over at his dumbfounded expression. “And you have lipstick all over your neck. I don’t know about you, but I don’t really want my boss to know what we were doing on the way here.” He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times. I grab a napkin out of the glove box and get to work while he tucks his cock back into his pants. I almost feel bad; it looks painful.
“You’re serious? How can you expect me to focus on anything after that? More importantly, how am I supposed to act like nothing happened?” He’s panicking at this point; it’s cute. He puts the car in park, and I do one last check in the mirror. Satisfied, I close it as the valet opens my door. I look at him before I step out.
“The same way I did last night.” With a smirk, I step out of the car. And wait for him to get out so the valet can park the car.
He comes to my side, and he leans in. “Oh, it’s on. You better hope I don’t catch another man looking at what is mine tonight.” I look at him, confused.
He links my arm and starts walking inside. He pulls his phone out; to anyone else, it looks like he’s just checking it. But I can see what app he opens. He presses a button, and my knees almost buckle in pure ecstasy.
“For every man I see wishing you were on his arm,” the vibrations grow stronger. “I turn this up a notch,” my eyes widen. He opens the door for us, and as we step inside, he leans in so only I can hear him. “And this, my love, is the consequence.” He kisses my cheek and turns off the device, giving me a small reprieve. We step up to the hostess, and from there, it’s a blur. How am I going to manage dinner?
I’m snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of my boss’ voice. We had been led to the bar, where she was sipping a glass of red wine. She hopped off the bar stool, gripping my shoulders as she leaned in to place a kiss on my cheek. “Anna, darling, I’m so glad you could make it! It’s been too long since we just had a meal and pleasant conversation. I promised Blake no work talk tonight.” I smile and kiss her cheek. I hope Blake only has eyes for Joanna.
“Is Blake meeting us here?” Greyson asks, and I see the corner of his lips rise. Oh, he’s going to be the death of me.
“Oh, no, actually,” she’s cut short when a tall, beautiful, raven-haired woman walks to her side; she’s in a knee-length baby blue dress; it’s almost the color of her eyes. The dress is tight on the hips but loose around the top, and it ties behind the neck, no doubt leaving her back exposed. She places her hand on Joanna’s back.
“Sorry, you must be Anna. I’ve heard so much about you. I hope we can steer clear of office talk for the night.” She smiles politely and reaches to shake my hand. I feel my body relax. Blake is a girl—one less set of eyes to worry about.
“I am, and this is my husband, Greyson.” I place my hand on his chest as he reaches out and shakes her hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Blake.” He says, causing jealousy to race through my veins, just as the hostess comes over to tell us our table is ready. Grey tells the trio that we will meet them at the table after we order our drinks.
It’s getting crowded, so he positions himself behind me and places his hands on my hips. He leans in and says, “You don’t need to be jealous.”
I scoff, trying to hide my embarrassment. Was I that obvious? “I’m not jealous.” I snap.
“Sweet girl,” he mummers in my ear. “Your lipstick is painted around my cock, all I am focused on is getting dinner over withas quickly as possible so I can get you home and have you all to myself.” I feel the toy start to vibrate, and I gasp, reaching to my side to grasp Grey’s arm to steady myself.
“See that man at that table, the one who is sitting with the young girl in the inappropriate red dress?” He motions in the mirror behind the liquor bottles. I search the mirror until I find who he’s talking about. I don’t trust my voice, so I settle for a nod.
“He’s been staring at you since we walked in.” He turns it up one more time. “See the bartender at the other end of the bar? Well, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.” He turns it up again and points out two other men whom he notices looking at me, and each time, he increases the intensity of the vibration. I had to turn around and bury my face in his shirt to keep from moaning out loud. I am about to come.
“Grey,” I say, looking up at him.
“I’m going, oh, I’m..” The vibrations stopped as quickly as they started, and my orgasm slowly dies.
“Oh, no you’re not. And to think we’ve only been here for five minutes.” I glare at him, then turn around. The bartender comes to take our order. I order a sparkling rose they have that I love; it tastes like pears, and it goes perfectly with just about anything they have here. Greyson gets a Bourbon with an orange twist.
I really want to push Greyson tonight. See how far he’ll goes. And this is the perfect place to do so.
Greyson
Once we sit down and place our order, the conversation picks up. I’m not at all surprised that Joanna is dating a model. She seems like a nice person, but after the first couple of dinners with Anna’s boss and having nasty breakups, or they were just flings, we sort of stopped trying to get to know them on the first date.
We meet her boss for dinner probably once every few months, I can count on one hand how many times she has had the same date more than twice; and that was one of her nasty breakups.
The three of them start a conversation after we all order, something about fashion, or they were, the last time I checked in. Since we sat down, I have noticed four other men looking at my wife. I haven’t touched the app though; she almost came to the bar, and it was on for two minutes. I don’t want her to be too close to the edge.
As she’s talking, I feel her hand rest on my thigh. She begins to draw circles on my pant leg absentmindedly. It’s comforting to me that even when she’s lost in conversation, she still seeks me out. Her hand slowly starts to inch its way up; she better not be doing what I think she is doing. Yep, she is.
She starts to palm my cock. Under the table, while talking to her boss, two can play this game. But I let her continue; I feel myself getting harder under her lazy strokes. We’re interrupted by the waiter bringing our food.
