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Just then, Stella returns with the menus. She sets them on the table and remains there for a moment, but neither Gavin or I break eye contact with each other.
She clears her throat. “Can I get you anything to start?”
“I’ll call you when we’re ready,” Gavin tells her, his stare still on me.
“Yes sir,” she replies and disappears.
“You want to have sex with me up there,” I say it as a statement because I know it’s true. “That’s the real reason you brought me here.”
He tucks a lock of hair that’s come lose behind my ear. “I wanted to. Yes. I imagined you on that bed, your legs spread for me. I imagined everyone would watch as I made your pussy mine.”
“Performing in public wasn’t part of the deal,” I hiss, part of me annoyed that he’d assume I’d be okay with it, while the other part is stirred by the mere idea.
Quicker than I can react, he seizes my ponytail and yanks, forcing my head back. I cry out from the shock and slap him, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he draws me to him until our mouths are an inch apart, manipulating me with his hold on my hair.
“Whatever I want from you is part of the deal,” he says huskily. “If I want to fuck you on the sidewalk, I can.”
It angers me that I’m in this position where he’s right, because I’ve given him that control. “Then do it. Fuck me on that stage or on the sidewalk if that’s what you prefer.”
The corners of his lips pull up. “That’s the fucking crux of it. If I do, I’d have to kill any motherfucker that saw you naked.”
His answer confuses me. But before I get a chance to ask what the hell he’s talking about, he’s kissing me. Every thought, every protest, instantly vanishes. The slide of his tongue against mine erases everything, my fears, my shames, even my own name.
All of the background noise fades into muted static, leaving only Gavin.
I’m engulfed in his heat and I melt against him. He breathes out and I inhale him, a toxin that fills my veins and makes me stupid.
I can’t think straight when he touches me and I feel myself helplessly falling deeper into his clutches.
He maneuvers me so that I’m straddling him. My short tight dress rides up and rolls to my waist. Or maybe it’s him that makes it do that when he runs his palms roughly over my thighs.
The table on my lower back and his hands on my ass make it so that I’m pressed intimately to the huge bulge in his pants. That insatiable need he provokes in me begins to build in my core, making me swollen and wet.
Unable to help it, I grind myself against him shamelessly. I want release, no matter that anyone can see. Somewhere in the back of my mind I laugh sarcastically, because the truth is, if he tried to fuck me on a sidewalk, in plain sight of everyone, I’d react like this. Wanton. Desperate. Crazed.
When he breaks the kiss, I suck in a gulp of air, and yet I immediately miss the inability to breathe.
Then his hands are on my chest as he searches for a way to my bare breasts, but the dress isn’t made that way. He tears pointlessly at the lace that covers me until he must realize there is no opening there.
“Who chose this thing?!” he demands, but doesn’t wait for me to reply.
I’m suddenly being lifted and dropped onto my back on the table as he fumbles with his zipper. Then, my panties are brushed aside and he’s inside me. He wraps a hand around my throat as the other holds one of my thighs to secure me in place as he begins fucking me like a madman.
I turn my head in time to see a brunette watching in utter fascination. She elbows her partner and he glances our way, his gaze heating with sensual interest.
They’re not the only ones peering our way. Several other people are focused on Gavin and me, as if somehow we’re now the only thing worth seeing. The only entertainment arousing them.
It does something to me to know we’re being observed. I want to say it makes me ashamed, but I can’t really call it that when I spread my legs farther apart and grasp for his pants to urge him deeper into me.
And when he does, I come harder than I ever have. I come with my eyes wide open and set on the crowd.
When he reaches his climax, he tugs me upward. Our mouths collide in a painful kiss as he pumps into me once, twice, and remains still on the third. But I can still feel him pulsing inside me, filling me.
We’re both panting when it dawns on me what we’ve just done. What I’ve done. I performed in his club.
I want to be embarrassed. Maybe I will be later. Right now, I’m too dizzy from the high.
Peeking up at him, I say, “You got your wish. Satisfied?”
