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“Yes.”
“I bet they miss you like crazy.”
Holly shakes her head. Picking up a napkin, she blots the corner of her lips, and just like that, I’m getting distracted again. “They don’t miss me. They barely remembered I existed when I lived with them.”
Reaching across the table, I take her hand and bring it to my lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“What about your parents? Your mom lived with you and your dad?”
“He died when I was fifteen,” I tell her. “Heart attack.”
“Oh, no. I’m sorry.”
“My mom was miserable and lost for so long. But after Christine died, she moved in with us. Helping me raise the girls seemed to help a little, I think.”
“Christine? That was your wife? What happened?”
“Long story,” I say, not wanting to ruin the night by dragging old memories up. I give her knuckles another kiss, and Holly laughs, even though I know it’s forced, an attempt to change the subject.
“My hands are still greasy from the pizza.”
“Even better.” Extending her index finger, I stick it in my mouth and lick it clean on a slow slide down my tongue.
“Isaac!” Holly’s face turns the brightest of red as she pulls her hand back and glances around the restaurant to see who may have seen it.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass.”
“You don’t care if people find out the big, bad biker president was licking a girl’s finger in public.”
“Licking awoman’s finger,” I amend. “And no, I don’t. I want everyone to know how much I enjoy licking you.”
Holly shakes her head, grinning while wiping her hands on napkins.
Leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms over my chest and can’t help but ask, “You been getting any use out of that video?”
“Maybe,” she says with a huge grin that answers the question for me loud and clear. Picturing her lying in bed, fingers in her panties as she watches me go down on her, is so fucking hot. I know how sexy it is for her to finger herself since I have a memory and a video. But fuck, I need to see it again in person.
“How often?”
“Most nights.”
“Most,” I repeat. Jesus. Christ. I give her a kiss on the cheek at the door, and she goes inside to touch herself. God, I miss her taste, the sound of her moaning for me, screaming my name. “Let me watch.”
“No!” she exclaims with a puff of laughter.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” I remind her. “Let me watch for a few minutes, and I’ll finish you off with my tongue.”
“Isaac…”
“No sex, I know. But it’s just oral. And I promise I won’t come. It’ll be just for you, sweetheart. Most. Nights,” I can’t help but repeat.
Holly’s nipples are so hard through her shirt people walking by the window could see them.
Biting her lip, I nearly groan when she says, “Fine. I’ll let you watch me if you let me watch you, but no touching each other.”
“Deal,” I agree since that’s the best offer of my life. “Let’s go.”
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