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“I’m taking your panties,” he stands, bringing them to his nose and inhaling before he grips my cheeks and kisses me, hard.
He snatches my breath away and I am left starving of oxygen.
“Let’s hope my cum doesn’t run down your leg whilst you walk out there… Enjoy your food,” he winks then fucking turns and walks away from me with my panties bunched in his hand.
“Silly big dicked rancher,” I huff, but I can’t fight the smile that creeps onto my lips.
After giving myself a moment, I make my way out the restroom and walk back towards the table and see in fact, that Clay is sitting with his head buried in his phone. I roll my eyes. Dragging my chair out, I take a seat and press my thighs together now very conscious that I don’t have any panties on.
“You okay? Your cheeks are a little flushed,” Clay looks up from his phone as his eyes search my face.
“I’m just peachy, thanks,” I twist my lips and pick up my fork and stab into my steak.
“Oh okay,” he nods, his plate is empty but his wine glass is still full.
“Would you happen to have the number of the buyers?” I catch him off guard and his brows pinch.
“Sorry?”
“When I was in the restroom, I overheard someone from town saying they were thinking of selling and well. As much as I don’t agree with your logic or the ranchers selling to land grabbers, I thought I might as well be a good neighbor and pop the number across?” I smile at him, blinking a little more than usual.
“How about you tell me their name and I’ll pass the details on.”
“Are you the buyer then?” I sit back, cutlery still in hand.
“No,” a deep laugh rumbles through him.
“Then can I have the number?”
Clay sits back and laces his fingers together before settling them in his lap.
“I’ll take care of it,” and all I do is nod.
“Fine,” my tongue darts out as I lick my lips, dropping my cutlery onto my plate and reaching for my wine glass to drain it.
I take a breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
My phone beeps.
BDR ‘eggplant emoji’
You okay?
I softly shake my head, my heart stammering in my chest.
“Everything okay?” Clay asks and I can hear the sincerity in his voice.
“Yeah,” I smile sweetly and after a moment or two of awkward silence, we fall into an easy conversation. The talk of ranch, land and suits a distant memory.
Clay walks me to his car, the spring air is a little cooler than it was before we walked in and I shiver into the darkness.
“Here,” Clay hangs his suit jacket on my shoulders and warmth blankets me. Within seconds my phone pings.
A knowing smile crosses my lips.
“Thank you,” I mutter as we walk in silence to his car.
He opens my door and I slip in, shrugging his jacket off and laying it across my lap. Clay slides in beside me and starts the engine as he pulls out onto the road, my eyes shift to the side and I see the Rivera truck pull out about ten seconds after us, but Clay is oblivious.
