"—amazing!" Emily bounced on her seat. "Tell me more! How did this start? When do you want to sell? Why did we just buy paint for a house we're about to leave?"
I laughed, relaxing in my seat, her shoeless feet finding mine under the table.
"I thought we weren't playing footsies." I grinned.
She shrugged. "This announcement deserves a round of footsies."
"Only footsies?"
The mood in the booth shifted. Her body stilled, a flush colouring her cheeks. "What did you have in mind?"
I glanced out at the restaurant, but Ella was right. The angle of this booth meant that unless you were standing right at the end of it, you couldn't see shit.
"How far you wanna take this?" I asked, food forgotten.
Em licked her lips. "Guide me."
My dick leapt at her words, pressing hard against the zipper of my jeans.
Fuck.
Guide me was a game we'd played back in college. Stupid kids, in love and ready to explore the intimacies of our relationship, we'd devised this game where if she asked me to guide her, then I'd tell her what I wanted in the most explicit way possible.
"Baby," I murmured, my voice gruff. "I wanna see your pretty tits."
She shuddered, her breath no more than a pant as she slowly reached down. I waited, cock throbbing, aware of the people only inches away from us, as Emily slowly lifted her cashmere sweater and pulled it off, setting it beside her on the seat.
Dressed in nothing but a thin camisole, her nipples pressed against the fabric as her hands slowly drifted back down.
"Skin, Pretty Eyes. I wanna see the colour of your nipples. I wanna see them standing in the cool air."
She didn't hesitate. Her hands pulled the camisole up, and a moment later, her breasts were bared to my gaze.
I moaned, unable to keep myself away. I got out of the booth, quickly slipping around and coming to slide in beside her.
"Cal, what—?"
I cut her off with a brutal kiss. My hands covered her gorgeous tits, no longer as full as they used to be, but they were just as glorious and responsive as ever.
Em melted, her soft mews of pleasure lost in my mouth. I ran a thumb over her nipple, and she bucked under me, a familiar inadvertent request for more.
"Baby," I murmured against her lips. "You're delicious."
Em squirmed, her hand snaking down to cup me through my jeans.
"Please," she whispered against my mouth. "Please."
"Fuck." I pulled back, removing her hand and pinning it to her breast. "Keep that there."
She did as told, massaging the flesh, an offering to me in the most erotic of ways.
We were in the fucking public. My sister and her Sheriff boyfriend were mere feet away. And here I was with a half-naked Em, my hand diving down the front of her pants to stroke her clit and the biggest hard-on of my life.
"Quiet," I warned her, leaning in. "I'll let you come if you're completely silent."
She nodded, biting her lip, her eyes glazed with desire, her body completely pliant under my hands.
I shifted my fingers, finding her clit. Her eyes snapped shut, and only the barest of whimpers escaped her, barely perceptible even to me.
