My mouth falls open. "You remember my order? After ten years?"
"Absolutely."
"Wow, but just a regular size today," I say quickly, trying to push away the memory of how wonderfully seen he made me feel, how completely present he was with me in those moments. "And yes to the coffee."
Margie's knowing smile suggests she sees right through me. "Coming right up, honey. On the house—welcome home gift."
"Oh, I couldn't?—"
"You most certainly can and will." She waves away my protest. "After what you did for Frank last year, you'll never pay for pastry in this town again."
I blink, confused. "Frank?"
"The heart attack? You helped stabilize him until the helicopter arrived." At my blank look, she clarifies, "The article you wrote about wilderness first aid that our Jason read in your magazine. He used those techniques on Frank when he collapsed on Lookout Trail. Doctor said it saved his life."
A lump forms in my throat. My wilderness survival piece—a filler assignment I'd taken reluctantly—actually saved someone? And not just anyone, but Margie's husband?
"I—I had no idea," I stammer. "I'm so glad he's okay."
"Better than okay. Stubborn old coot's back to hiking, against doctor's orders." Her eyes shine with unmistakable affection. "Now sit yourself down. I'll bring your order."
Margie turns to prepare my order, and I'm left to the mercy of my memories, transported back to those Sunday mornings that were anything but innocent.
Noah would slide into the booth next to me, his hand instantly finding my knee under the table. He'd lean in, his voice low and commanding, "Did you do as I told, Baby Girl?"
His eyes would hold mine, expecting compliance. I'd nod, my skirt shifting slightly as I uncrossed my legs, granting him access.
His hand would begin to move, inching up my inner thigh, his touch possessive and sure. I'd glance around the diner, the thrill of our clandestine act sending a rush of adrenaline through me.
Cool air on my exposed skin.
The heat of his touch.
Reaching the edge of my skirt, his fingers would trail along the hem, a silent, teasing promise of what was to come. I'd squirm slightly, my breath hitching as his hand disappeared beneath the fabric, moving unerringly to its destination.
"You know what I want, don't you?" His breath was hot on my ear. I'd nod again, biting my lip as his fingers found their mark, gently stroking my already slick folds. "I want you to come," he'd command, his voice barely a whisper. "But you need to be quiet. No one can know what's happening under this table."
The challenge in his words would send a fresh wave of excitement coursing through me. His fingers would move expertly, circling and teasing, pushing me closer to the edge. I'd grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white as I fought to keep my composure, to not cry out in pleasure.
"That's it," he'd encourage softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Come for me, but quietly. It's our little secret." His thumb would find my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, sending me spiraling.
I'd bite my lip harder, stifling a moan as my orgasm rippled through me, my body tensing and releasing in silent waves. Noah's hand would still, resting possessively on my thigh, a reminder of his control, his command.
As the waves of my orgasm subsided, Noah would lean back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He'd casually withdraw his hand from under my skirt, his eyes never leaving mine as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting me on his skin. Theact was shamelessly intimate, and it sent a fresh spark of desire through me.
"Let's go," he'd say suddenly, his voice laced with an urgency that made my heart race. He'd stand, throwing some bills onto the table to cover our barely touched cinnamon roll and coffee, and hold out his hand to me.
I'd take it, allowing him to lead me out of the diner, my legs still slightly unsteady. The cool air outside would do little to dampen the heat that had built up between us. Noah would walk us to his truck, parked in the far corner of the lot, away from prying eyes.
He'd back me up against the passenger door, his body pressing into mine as he leaned down to kiss me, hard and deep. I could taste myself on his lips, and it sent a thrill of desire and dirtiness through me. He'd break the kiss abruptly, his breath ragged.
"On your knees.” His voice would be rough with need.
I'd look around the parking lot nervously, but the sense of danger, the forbidden nature of his demand, only served to heighten my arousal. I'd sink to my knees on the gravel, the small stones digging into my skin, a reminder of the dirty act I was about to perform.
Noah would unbuckle his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet of the parking lot. He'd unzip his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free himself. His cock would spring out, hard and ready, and he'd grip it firmly in his hand, guiding it towards my mouth.
"Suck," he'd order, his voice raw with desire. His other hand would tangle in my hair, yanking my head back slightly before pushing me forward, impaling my mouth on his cock.
