He laughs at me. “There’s burger joints in every state.”
“Will you indulge me just this once?”
He arches a brow and stretches his arms along the back of the bench. “How?”
“Let’s go to a Sushi bar. I’m in the mood for Sake.”
“I have a bottle of Jack Daniels in my saddle bag, brought it just for you.”
I can’t resist giggling, remembering how shocked I was when the bartender at the Dirty Cajun handed him a bottle to take to our hotel room. “Sake has a different effect on me.”
“Better than whiskey?”
Now I have his full attention. I nod. “But if you’re unwilling to go…”
“Just this once.” He stands and tugs me up from the bench.
I like Brick when he’s playful. We head for the bar district and find a parking space before we stroll down the main street searching for the right place to eat. There’s hundreds of people inside the restaurants and on the sidewalks, and for a brief moment, I pretend Brick and I are a normal couple out on date night. We’re married with three kids. I give him a sideways look, wondering what kind of father he’d be. Patient and kind? Or stern and short-tempered? Doesn’t matter, I know he’d love his children, just like I would. We were both robbed of normal childhoods.
“How’s this?” He pauses under the overhang of Chu’s Sushi Bar.
“Perfect,” I say, opening the door for him.
He steps inside and looks around. His patches draw attention, but nobody says anything. The hostess ushers us to a private table in the far corner and offers us a couple of menus.
“What can I get you to drink?” she asks.
“Sake,” I speak up first. “Lots of it.”
She smiles and scoots off before Brick can order something else. I watch as he searches the menu for something that looks familiar.
“What the hell is this?” he asks.
“What?”
He points to a Yamada roll with tempura sea bass, crab, avocado, cucumber, soy paper, sweet and spicy sauce, and fried wonton slivers. “An amazing choice.”
He grunts and continues scanning the menu.
“Do you trust me enough to make this a pleasant experience for you?”
He leans into me and lifts my hair off my shoulder, then whispers in my ear. “Only if you agree to let me make dessert a pleasant experience for you. I want to suck your clit until you cum in my mouth.”
His words are filthy but electrifying. I squirm a little, imagining his face buried nose-deep in my pussy. I close my eyes and moan. “Brick…”
He slips his hand under the table and up the leg of my shorts. I’m wearing a thong, little protection against his probing fingers.
“Shit.” His eyes go wide.
“Is something wrong?”
“You’re fucking wet.”
As his fingers circle over my clit, my whole body convulses. I can’t help it; this man’s touch destroys any self-control I have. Thanking luck that there’s a table cloth concealing what we’re doing, I let him continue, sliding down in the booth, surrendering to his touch.
“Sake.” The server returns with our drinks and I can hardly keep a straight face.
Brick takes over, ordering three Sushi rolls, shrimp appetizers, and a couple of beers. Wait… I thought he didn’t know anything about Sushi!
