"Let's talk business for a minute." I rest my hands on top of the menu. "Tell me where you are with the penthouse sale."
She squeezes the side of her neck. "I have two interested parties and they both wanted a second showing. One of those happened today and the other is two days from now. I'm hopeful that I'll get an offer out of one of them."
I've kept a close eye on the calendar. I want to extend the deadline but I won't. We have a signed contract and grantingher a favor because I'm dating her won't serve me well with the board. Beyond that, I'm confident that the penthouse will be off the market before the deadline arrives.
"You'll get it sold, Maya." I reach for her hand. "Second showings are a good sign of interest."
She looks down at our joined hands. "I believe that too. You met one of the parties. It's the Clarksons. Do you remember them?"
I'll never forget them. Dancing next to them is a sweet memory for me. That afternoon ended with me kissing Maya. The taste of her lips is something I crave. To satiate that, I lean forward and kiss her, softly.
"What was that for?"
"A thank you for dancing with me that day we met the Clarksons." I kiss her again. "That one is a thank you for later when you let me ravage your body in my bed."
"Is that what we are having for dessert?" she whispers. "You'll eat me before you fuck me?"
I move closer to her in the booth we're sitting in. "Is that what you want me to do?"
"Yes." She looks into my eyes. "I'm tempted to skip dinner and go straight to dessert. It's been days since I've felt you inside me."
I reach for her thigh and her lips part slightly.
"Spread."
She does. She parts her knees and I take full advantage, skimming my fingertips up her leg until they rest under the hem of her white skirt.
"Do you want me inside you now?" I whisper the words against her lips before I claim her mouth in a deep kiss. "Tell me you do."
She eyes the only server in the place. His face is buried in his phone. The kitchen staff is out of view, and the onlyother patrons are seated clear across the restaurant. "I've never done…"
I slide my fingers to the edge of her panties. They're lace, likely pretty. I run my fingertip over the top of her leg where the panties meet her soft skin.
"I'll come." She half giggles, half moans. "I'll come if you touch me now."
She's so wet that I can feel it through the lace. "Then you'll come."
I skim my finger under the fabric and along the top of her mound. It's just as smooth as it was the last time I touched her. "Spread more."
There's no hesitation as she does. She shifts on the seat, pushing her legs far enough apart that it grants me access to her wetness.
I glide my finger over the seam of her pussy, slowly; painfully slowly and the moan that escapes her is caught in my mouth when I kiss her.
"If you come now, you blow me later."
"I'll crawl under the table and blow you now," she counters with a lift of her brow. "I love sucking your cock."
The need to be inside of her is strong. I want my dick in her heat, pounding into her with steady even strokes until I feel her shudder around me.
Since I can't have that, I take what I can, gliding my fingertips along the wetness until I find her clit.
I watch her intently as she bites her lip and her eyes roll back in her head. I circle that nub of plump swollen flesh with my finger, over and over, increasing the pressure, slowing and then racing, pushing her to the edge.
Her hips start to circle, small bursts of movement chasing after what she craves most right now. She wants to come here, next to me, because the need outweighs everything else.
"I told you… god, Julian, I'm going…"
I take her mouth again in a deep, messy kiss just as I shove two fingers inside her so I can feel every ripple of her tight pussy as she gives me her release.
