An audible moan slipped past my lips and I was mortified, hiding behind the glass, praying that no one had heard us. In response, he issued a low and gritty growl, the sound permeating my eardrums. The man knew every button to press, every method of keeping me wet. I fought a series of whimpers as he swirled the tip of a single finger around my clit.
Indiana lifted his head, eyeing me to ensure I was okay. With a silent prayer, I willed him not to create a scene. I would die of embarrassment.
I couldn’t believe Sinclair was so carefree about his actions, enjoying his wine as he brought me closer to nirvana. His eyes never left me, devouring me in a way that created prickles of excitement.
The heat became explosive, my mind spinning while the longing for the powerful man only increased.
Within seconds, I was brought to the point of utter bliss, forced to grip the edge of the table. I could no longer hold my glass, my fingers slipping on the thin crystal. I realized I’d opened my other leg even wider, allowing him full access. I was wet and hot, unable to stop trembling.
His dark eyes piercing mine, a sexy and dangerous smile curled on his lips. He wasn’t exerting any energy, barely moving as he brought me closer and closer.
I pressed my hand over my lips, fighting to keep from screaming. Finally closing my eyes, I couldn’t hold back any longer, the climax rushing into me, sending an explosion of white-hot heat from my cheeks to my toes. Panting, I lowered my head, the embarrassment almost too much to bear. My God. He’d brought me to an orgasm within seconds in the middle of a fine dining establishment.
And I’d enjoyed every minute, the sensations prickling like bottle rockets.
He pumped his fingers as deep inside as the angle would allow, his ragged breathing the only indication he was aroused. When he was finally satisfied, he removed his hand, rubbing hisglistening fingers across my lips before pushing them inside my mouth.
The act was almost as humiliating, but I dared not deny him.
“I’m pleased, my wildcat, but you did disobey me.”
Why did his words actually thrill me? A few seconds later, I realized what he’d said. How had I disappointed him?
My hands.
They were off the table.
He took another gulp of his wine before placing the glass on the table, tossing his napkin across the plate. When he stood, I thought I’d crossed another line, the evening ending just as soon as it had begun. He held out his hand, peering down at me with a visceral level of hunger.
“Come with me.” There was no wiggle room in his command. He stood, peering down at me with a heavy arc of lust in his eyes.
“Where?”
“You need to learn I keep my promises.”
“What about Indiana? I can’t leave him here alone.”
He took a deep breath before instantly snagging the waiter’s arm. “You will sit here until our return caring for Indiana Jones. Do you understand?”
The young man was obviously terrified and knew better than to say no. “Of course, sir.”
With that, Sinclair offered me his hand again. I dared not try to say no. When his fingers grasped mine, I realized my legs were shaking.
He parted the waves as he walked through the restaurant, anyone standing close moving away. And all eyes on him. I’d never seen anything like it before.
Two of his men had followed us, trailing along like happy lapdogs. A strange thought entered my mind as to whether they were used to their master’s crazed behavior.
Not only did he exude brutal power but also an air of something almost royal. Why not? I bit back a nervous laugh even as he slammed his hand on the men’s bathroom door.
When I tried to pull away, he stopped just long enough to provide me with a chastising look.
Once we were inside, the two men washing their hands were tossed out with nothing more than a look. He barely checked the two stalls, turning his full attention to me. His men would keep anyone from entering. How convenient.
I gave him a rebellious look knowing that only turned him on. As expected, the thick bulge between his legs throbbed.
He took the time to remove his jacket, tossing it over the edge of the stall door. Seeing his holster was chilling, but also in the strangest way completely comforting. I felt safe with him. He’d stop at nothing to keep me protected.
“Turn around, my little liar.”
