I knock slightly louder. “The waiter asked about our next course. I know you have to be back by eight, so?—”
A hand on my shoulder.
I turn around.
The beautiful Bianca Montrose reels me in for a kiss.
And every nerve in my body sparks to life at the touch of her lips to mine.
I break the kiss, my breath hitching. “You weren’t in the bathroom?”
She shakes her head coyly and then offers me her hand. I take it. She leads me out the back door of the restaurant to a courtyard in the back where customers might dine al fresco in the warmer months. It’s a quiet, enclosed garden, hushed beneath a thin blanket of snow. Iron café tables and curved-backed chairs sit empty, and lanterns strung along the perimeter flicker behind frosted glass. In the center of it all stands the courtyard’s focal point, a stone fountain shaped like an oyster shell.
How is there still snow this time of year? I’m about to ask the question out loud, but I find my answer in the long shadows cast by the setting sun. The courtyard is on the north side of the restaurant, so the snow—likely untouched since last fall—has been kept safe from the warmer sun of March.
Bianca’s cheeks pink at the cool winter air, and I can see her breath as it exits her nose, but she isn’t shivering. If she’s as warm as I am, then she doesn’t need a jacket.
She squeezes my hand and guides me to a large stone bench on the other side of the fountain. Snow has settled on the ivy-wrapped trellis above, and icicles hang from the bench’s edges.
Without a word, she starts unbuttoning my shirt.
I look over my shoulder. “Bianca, we can’t?—”
She lays a finger over my lips, hushing me. Her eyes say it all—she wants the danger, the possibility of getting caught.
And damn it all. I’m even harder now.
She finishes unbuttoning my shirt and brushes it off my shoulders. My nipples harden against the chilled air, but I don’t feel cold in the slightest.
She hangs my shirt on a nearby lantern and then gets down on her knees.
“Bianca—”
She shoots me another look to tell me to keep quiet, and then with one deft move unbuttons my slacks, pulls them down, and pops my cock out from my boxer briefs.
I’m cold for a moment, but then she takes my cock into her warm mouth, licking its head before sucking up and down the shaft.
I instinctively look over my shoulder again, but then?—
The thrill of the moment hits me.
Anyone could walk in at any minute.
And that’s really fucking hot.
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BIANCA
I’ve seen his dick before, but it’s somehow even bigger than it was the other night at Aces.
Harrison likes the danger, I can tell.
Our first sexual interaction was in front of a dead body, after all.
Now, here we are in the snow-covered courtyard of one of the nicest restaurants in town, and I’m blowing him.
And I’m loving every damned second of it.
