Tabby loved that look. When a man wanted you so badly, he was almost furious. Like,‘How dare you do this to me?’It called to some wild part of her that wanted nothing more than to be thrown over a cave wall and taken. And no guy had ever given her‘Fuck you, bend over’vibes like she was getting from Toby right now. Unable to help herself, she put a hand to her hair. “Like it?”
Toby spared her a curt nod before turning to the hostess. “A bottle of Moët, please?”
“Of course,” she said. “Anything else?”
“I’ll have a lime and soda, thanks,” Tabby chipped in. She placed her clutch on the table and slipped into the chair across from Toby.
The hostess swished the velvet curtain closed, sealing them off from the rest of the bar, alone and not alone in this pretty pink place. Toby glared at her across the lacquer table, that same hot, accusing glare that made her want to dance. His shirt was open at the throat, exposing his collarbones, and there was stubble along his jaw. It aged him the way having brown hair aged her, and suited him beautifully. Gone was the sweet, pretty boy she’d once known. Here was aman.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Toby demanded.
Tabby touched her pretty new rainbow nails to her chest. “Me?”
Another curt nod.
“All I’ve done is order a beverage and take a seat, Toby. Is that not what you want?”
“No.” He pointed to his lap. “Here.”
“You want me to suck you off in the booth?”
Something close to humour flashed in Toby’s eyes, but he didn’t smile. “Get over here.”
“‘Here,’ where?”
He held out a hand, scowling as though she was already late. The arrogance of the gesture made Tabby’s heart hammer against her tits, but she didn’t put her palm to his. Instead, she slid out of her chair and walked to his side of the table, balancing carefully in her brand-new heels. “Shall I sit next to you?”
Toby leaned back in the booth, and she noted how powerful his thighs looked in his blue suit pants.
“You’ll sit right here,” he growled.
“And if I don’t?”
He eyed her up and down as though considering whether it was even worth answering. “I’ll tear your fucking dress off.”
She rocked a little in her heels. “That could be fun...”
Toby looked away as he lifted his palm higher. “Now.”
Tabby’s stomach shimmered, and she placed her fingers on his. The sparks that flickered up her wrist were so intense she was surprised the neon lights didn’t blow, sending them into darkness.
Toby half-dragged her onto his thighs, clasping her lower back and shifting her so she sat directly in the cradle of his lap. His cock was hard, and when he pushed it against her ass, she loosed a breath. He swept her hair over one shoulder, exposing her neck. Then he leaned low and kissed her there, the sandpaper of his stubble scraping skin that had never felt so sensitive. “You wanna play with this big cock tonight?”
“I…”
The length pressing into her ass was issuing its own demands, grinding into her.
Tabby’s nipples tingled against the reinforced satin bodice. She could feel herself softening between her legs. She’d wind up with a wet spot if she wasn’t careful.
“It’s okay, Tabitha. You don’t have to tell me. I know you do. You want me to pull it out, don’t you?” Toby’s lips brushed her ear, making her pussy clench as his hand moved under the slit in her dress and onto her thigh, dangerously close to her freshly waxed pussy.
Feel me, Tabby thought.Feel how smooth I am.
“If I put my fingers where you want them, we both know what I’ll find,” Toby said. “You’re all wet and aching for dick, aren’t you?”
She nodded, dimly aware that the hostess would return with their drinks at any second.
Toby rasped his cheek over her jaw as though marking her. “Did you enjoy your day out?”
