It’s stuck on images of Emma’s lips wrapped around my cock, gliding over my length while she plays with my balls and lifts those eyes to watch me watching her pleasure me with her mouth, andfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Get it under control, Rutherford. You’re a fucking grown man who can control his fucking urges to fantasize about sex while you’re at dinner with a woman you’d like to keep up screaming your name all night long.
Nope.
Not helping.
Not helping, and the tablecloth rustles, and I feel Emma’s hand on my knee, andshit shit shit shit shit.
“Em—” I croak out hoarsely.
If we were alone—fuck me,why aren’t we alone?
Whose brilliant idea was this to treat her to a fancy date before I crawled into her bed with her tonight?
Mine.
My very, very, very stupid idea.
Next time she says she wants to sleep with me, we’re just doing it the minute we can find the bare minimum amount of privacy.
None of thisI will treat her like she’s a proper girlfriend who deserves dates firstbullshit.
She is.
She does.
But when a lady wants you,you let the lady have you.
“Em—” I croak again.
Her head pops up from beneath the black linen tablecloth. “Unless it’s under your chair, Theo didn’t tape his pho— Jonas? Are you okay? You look a little ill.”
Theo didn’t tape his phone.
I try to swallow and almost choke on my own tongue instead.
Grasp for water.
Don’t realize I have the prosecco in my hand until the bubbles hit my throat, then my nose, and suddenly I’m choking.
“I—fine,” I rasp between coughs.
Emma’s horrified.
She has no idea what’s going on, but her brows are knit together and her lips are parted and she keeps darting glances to where Sabrina and Laney disappeared, like she’s debating if she should call for them.
And then she glances over at Robert, standing guard just outside the glass-paned door to the train station.
I pound on my own chest and get a gulp of real water.
Emma puts a hand to my knee again, andthis time, I know it’s not with the intent of sliding that hand up my thigh, rubbing it mercilessly over my cock, then unbuttoning my pants and doing me with her mouth. Even though she’s still on her knees under the fucking table.
Emma’s eyes suddenly go huge, and she squeaks.
Looks at the table.
At my crotch.
