“I should make you wait until we get home,” he says, tearing my panties down my legs and over my shoes. “But I’m too fucking horny.” He sniffs my panties before shoving them in his pocket.
My jaw slackens. “What are you doing?”
He smirks. “Smelling what’s mine.” He hoists my dress up to my waist. “Fucking what’s mine.” His hand lands hard on my butt, and I shiver all over as the movement of the plug sends tremors of desire ricocheting everywhere. “This will be hard and fast, baby. Bend over and stick your ass in the air.” He presses the remote, and the vibrations penetrate deep.
Fucking hell. I’m panting and sweating and so aroused it feels like I’ll come without touch. I should not agree. This is a Michelin-starred restaurant, not to mention we’ve just abandoned his friends at the table. But I’m too worked up, and Ineedto come.
“Now, kitten.” He slaps me again, and I cry out, my legs turning to jelly with the intensity rocking through my core.
I bend over and hike my ass up, spreading my legs and gripping the counter. His hand wraps around my mouth the same time he slams into me without warning. “Breathe through your nose for me, baby.” My scream is muffled against his palm, and all I can do is hold on for dear life as he fucks me roughly from behind.
I’m already saturated, and every nerve ending is on fire, so when he twists the plug in my ass, I shatter immediately into a thousand sparks as the singular most intense climax of my life powers through me. His free arm slides around my waist, and he’s the only reason I’m still standing. I can’t feel my legs, and I’m exhausted, as if I just ran a marathon.
“Fuck, kitten, I can feel the aftershocks. Keep squeezing me. That’s it,” he rasps, pounding into me harder and faster. “Hug my dick, baby. Strangle my cock.” His hands land on my hips, and I’m seeing stars as he rams into me like a crazy man. He throws his head back and clamps his lips shut as he falls over the ledge, filling me full of his cum in the bathroom of one of the most salubrious restaurants in The Big Apple.
He cleans me up using tissues and helps me back into my panties while I wash my hands and try to fix my makeup and tame my hair. Standing behind me, he cups my boobs through my dress. “You look gorgeous, but there’s nothing you can do to wipe that freshly fucked look off your face.”
I turn around and punch him. “You’re evil.”
Laugher rumbles from his chest. “There are plenty of reasons to reach that assertion, but that right there is not one of them, baby.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” I say as he washes and dries his hands.
“I can think of plenty of things,” he says, flipping the lock and taking my hand as we exit the room.
To my utter humiliation, there is now a line for the bathrooms and I’m sure my blush is noticeably evident even through my makeup.
“I’m going to kill you,” I hiss as we walk past several curious faces. I pick up a few amused smirks from the men and envious glares from the women. I’m close to snarling at an older woman who is blatantly eye fucking Fiero even though he’s holding hands with me.
“Are your claws going to come out, kitty cat?” he whispers in my ear.
“Unlike some people,” I say, giving him the evil eye as we head back out into the restaurant, “I know how to restrain myself.” I lower my voice as we walk toward our table. “But under different circumstances, in a different place, I’d have knocked her the fuck out for daring to stare at you like that.”
“For God’s sake, Valentina. Watch your mouth!”
“I’ll make you a deal,” I say, slowing down before we get back to our table. “I’ll watch my language if you agree to give me that remote.”
“You strike a hard bargain, but deal.” He slips the remote into my purse. “I want that back when we get home,” he adds, snatching a quick feel of my ass.
Our appetizers are on the table when we reclaim our seats, and I’m grateful I ordered a salad because Fiero’s crab cakes look cold. Massimo and Cat are already finished with theirs, and they’re looking expectantly at us.
“Sorry about that,” I say, sure my cheeks are flaming.
Fiero chuckles and I glare at him.And you know what?His friends need to know he’s the rude one, not me. I’m going to own this because I’ve done nothing wrong. The heat on my face subsides as I lift my chin and let my gaze dance between husband and wife. “You can blame Fiero. He’s been playing with me under the table the entire time, and he followed me to the bathroom to fuck me.”
“Language, kitten.” Fiero tugs on a piece of my hair. Pride mixes with amusement on his face, and he doesn’t give a shit I just divulged that to his friends.
“I was wondering if that’s what was going on,” Cat says.
“It’s really rude and not the impression I wanted to make.”
“There’s no judgment here,” Cat quickly asserts.
Fiero snorts out a laugh. “It’d be quite hypocritical if there was.”
I have no clue what they are referencing.
“Did you ever hear the story of how we met?” Massimo asks.
