“I already paid before you came.”
“You knew exactly what I would order?”
“I know you, baby,” I tell her. “Don’t even try and send me half of the money. You know how that ends.”
The first time she did that I was furious. She was face down and ass up, and every spank reminded her not to ever do that again.
Adaline bites her lip. My mouth waters in anticipation as she leans in closer, almost hesitant.
“People might see,” she murmurs.
“Let them,” I say.
“They might talk.”
“Let them talk.”
“Juliette.”
I look at her. “I’m not hiding anymore. I haven’t for a while.”
She studies my face like she’s checking for cracks. Then she nods once, decision made.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
I don’t hesitate. I cup her face and kiss her, slow and familiar, the kind of kiss we’ve had a thousand times in private. Except this time, there are people around us. I pull back and look at her dazed expression.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods, breath uneven. “Yeah.” Then she laughs. “I should be asking you that.”
“I told you, baby. I’m good.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
Maybe her needy tone is what made me practically fly out of my chair. Either way, I grabbed her hand and started speed walking.The cold air doesn’t hit my face for too long because outside the restaurant is my driver, waiting in front of us in a different car than usual. I almost laugh at the gobsmacked expression on her face.
“You got us a limo?!”
“It’s our first date,” I shrug.
She shakes her head at me. “God, I love you.”
“I love you,” I tell her before we shuffle our way into the limousine. I tell my driver, Michael, to play some music for himself before saying, “Can you roll the partition up, please?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Baby, here?!” Her eyes bulge out of their sockets.
“It’s soundproof.”
That seems to be all she needed, because she pulls me into a hard kiss, reverent and unbelievably ravenous. My hands move to her waist, pulling Addie into my lap, watching as she straddles me. Wetness glides across my bare thighs and I have to hold back a moan. My hands instinctively move to her ass, squeezing it, eliciting a guttural moan from her, which only spurs me further on.
“Fuck,” Adaline groans when I move my lips to the nape of her neck. “More.”
She keeps grinding on me, moving back and forth. I can feel her swollen clit, and I feel myself gushing in response. It’s all too much. I need her mouth on me, and I need it now.
“Get on your knees,” I order in between a pant.
