“You well rested?” He scoffed as he cut into his steak.
“Are you being funny?” I laughed as I twirled some of the pasta on my fork and kept eating.
“Nah, I’m just asking,” he said with a hint of amusement that I could see written across his face.
“Well, yes, I actually am,” I answered. He nodded.
Silence fell over us for a bit as we both focused on the food in front of us. I would glance up every now and then and see him watching me.
“How long have you been a doctor? You enjoy that?” I asked. Breaking the silence because I didn’t want to go back to the awkward space we just came from.
“Ten years. It’s cool. I like the idea of helping people stay together. I’m good at what I do.” He said as he shrugged.
“You are,” I agreed. He looked up at me with his eyebrow raised.
I giggled as I continued eating. He was such an easy person to talk to. I mean, I guess he had to be because of his profession, but the conversation flowed so well. We talked about his practice, my business, and how I got into the import industry.
“Let’s go outside on the patio,” he said as I cleared the table and put everything else back up that we hadn’t touched.
“I’ll be out, let me throw on a dress,” I said as I walked over to my duffle bag to throw on some clothing.
“Nah, Breeze, come on,” he disagreed as I walked over to the sliding door and opened it. I sighed and tucked the side of the robe more, and pulled the strings a little tighter.
I slipped into my shoes and followed him outside. It was dark out, and I could just barely see movement on the beach. But for the most part, it was quiet.
He sat down on the chair and pulled me on top of him. I relaxed a little while listening to the waves. It was peaceful. I closed my eyes and leaned against Quentin with my back against his chest. He turned his head toward me and placed soft kisses on my temple and trailed them to my cheek. Then he put his arms around me and just held me there.
“I could really stay out here, forever,” I said as I felt his hand snaking against my bare stomach.
“Oh yeah?” He asked as his hand slid further up and pinched my nipples before rolling them through his fingers. I let out a low hiss.
“Mmhmm,” I hummed as his other hand traced slow circles on my stomach. I lay back against him breathing ragged because I knew the innocent moment was about to turn into something else.
My legs were between his. Slowly, he put his legs between mine, which meant that my legs were thrown across his knee now and were wide open. It was dark out, and he hadn’t turned on the light. But still, knowing that we were outside in public made me nervous.
“Q…” I whispered as he dipped his finger into my center and then traced my clit with my juices.
“What?” he growled.
“We’re…we’re outside,” I protested. Still never making an attempt to close my legs or end what was happening.
“I know where we are, Breeze,” he said as his hand went to my neck. Applying pressure as he spread my legs further andcontinued to thrust his fingers in and out of me. I was trying to be quiet, but Quentin wasn’t having it.
“Why you being quiet B? I want to hear how good I’m making you feel,” He demanded. He did a curling motion with his fingers that I couldn’t fight if I wanted to.
I moaned as my back arched and I soaked his hand.
“Damn Breeze, you wetting-”
A sound interrupted him. My eyes shot open, and I looked wildly around until my eyes found the source of the noise. In the beach house across from us, I could see a couple coming on their patio. I couldn’t see their faces or anything else other than the bright color of her orange bikini.
“Q…” I said as I grabbed the tail of the robe and tried to cover up. But his hands never left my neck or buried between my legs.
He had none of the same urgency as I did.
“Lay back, B,” He demanded as he placed his palm on my chest to push me back gently.
“There are people over there,” I panted as his hands worked overtime between my thighs.
