"I'll come home with you," she whispers.
"Good girl," I groan, kissing her again.
I'm not sure why I'm surprised when a bright flash goes off in our faces, but I am. I pull back, blinking my eyes open. They land on a brunette seated a few tables away, her phone pointed right at us.
Her eyes meet mine before she quickly shoves the phone into her pocket like she's trying to hide the fact that she was just all in my fucking business instead of minding her own.
"Shit," I growl, my heart thumping unevenly. Emelia is going to freak the fuck out if that photo leaks. Whatever ground I've gained with her will be back to zero because she isn't the kind of woman who wants to be splashed all over the press on my arm. Actually, I think that's the last damn thing she wants. "Emelia, I…"
"It's fine, Royce," she says softly.
I glance down at her, frowning. She's not pissed. She doesn't even look worried. She's just…chill, smiling at me like I'm amusing her.
What the fuck?
"What the fuck?"
She laughs, the softest little giggle. "You look like you're about to crap your pants."
"You aren't freaking out," I growl. "Why aren't you freaking out?"
"Why are you?" she asks instead of answering.
"Because I'm trying to get you to fall in love with me, and I'm pretty fucking sure having the media hounding you won't help my case any at all. In fact, I think that might be the quickest way to get me kicked out of your life," I say, shoving a hand through my hair. "I'll go demand that she delete the photo."
"Royce, stop." She reaches out, placing her hand on my arm when I turn. "It's fine."
I narrow my eyes at her, not sure if she's messing with me or not.
"Want to know why it's fine?"
"Why?" I growl.
"Because you don't need to convince me to fall for you." Her eyes meet mine, her expression soft. "You can't do that when I'm already there."
Jesus.
Fuck.
This is what heaven feels like, isn't it?
It is. I know damn well that it is.
I pluck her out of her seat so fast that even I'm impressed.
"Royce!" she cries, clinging to my shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"We're leaving," I growl. "Now. Right now."
"I can walk."
"This is faster." We're already halfway through the restaurant. Everyone is looking at us. I don't care. Apparently, she doesn't either, because she's got her face buried in my throat, her body shaking with laughter.
She stops laughing when I practically toss her into the backseat of my truck in the parking deck before climbing in behind her. The door slams shut, blocking out the sounds of the city. Within seconds, the overhead light cycles off, plunging us into darkness.
I grab her, hauling her onto my lap. My fingers dig into her hips as I arrange her on my lap, her legs spread around me, her dress hiked up around her hips.
She's already panting when I tug her panties to the side and then free my cock to slide it through her folds. I play with her, using my dick to thrum against her clit until she's squirming on my lap and gasping my name, so fucking wet she'sdripping down my balls.
