Page 32 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

She led us to a corner booth. I slid in first with my back toward the door. I knew that he would sit on the opposite side because he never sat with his back to the door.

“Nah, come round here. You're not sitting over there,” he said low.

I shook my head and moved next to him, his arm coming around the back of the booth as soon as I settled. He kissed the side of my temple and then reached for the menu.

“What you want?” he asked.

“Something I can feel later.”

His eyes cut to me, just for a second, and I realized too late what that sounded like. His hand slid down from the back of the booth to the small of my back.

“I can give you something you can feel and something you can remember,” he offered, voice like velvet.

I nudged him with my shoulder and laughed. “The food, Zo. Nasty.”

“Aight,” he said, clearly not convinced.

A server came over with water and handed us menus. Zo didn’t even look up at her; he was too busy watching me look at mine. His knee pressed against my thigh under the table, warm and steady.

“What can I get you started with?” She asked.

“For me, I’ll have the Yuzu Ricotta Pancakes, with citrus syrup,” I said as I closed the menu and handed it to her.

“And for you?” She gave her attention to Zo.

“Steak and eggs, Preciate it.” He said as he handed her the menu.

“Thank you,” I said before she walked off.

We ate and talked low. We discussed the kids, upcoming events we had to attend, and the Rich Ball.

Mid-meal, Zo’s knee pressed into mine under the table. Then his hand slid over, resting on my thigh again. I didn’t think anything of it. That was always his way of keeping me close.

I kept eating until I felt his thumb stroke the inside of my thigh slowly and deliberately.

I stilled.

He didn’t look at me. He just kept eating his steak.

“I thought we were behaving,” I whispered.

“I am,” he shrugged, still not looking. “You the one tensing up like I did something.”

I set my fork down, heartbeat climbing. “You know what you’re doing.”

His lips pulled into the faintest smirk. “Brunch is almost over anyway.”

His hand slid up my leg and underneath my dress. I tried to keep my composure as he invaded my panties and found my center. His finger flicked my clit as I let out a low moan and bit my lip. I choked back the noise that was about to escape me.

“Eat your food, Rem,” He teased, knowing I could barely focus after his hand sped up.

“Baby,” I panted as I threw my knee over his, giving him all the access that he desired.

His fingers slid inside me as I subtly grinded my hips against them. I rocked back and forth until I was cumming all over his hand. I gripped his wrist in an effort to hold in the moan as I came down from a release.

He smiled at me and brought his fingers to his mouth and savored my taste from them. Then he kissed me, nastily. Right there at the table.

Winded, I looked down at my half-eaten food. “I’m ready to go home. I need a shower and a nap while the kids are at school.” I decided the office wouldn’t see me until tomorrow.