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The suspicious look she gave him only made his smile widen. Yes, it was technically a gift for her, but she’d understand once she opened it.

25

A Night at Marquis

Sam

The guilt about not having a gift for Q threatened to overwhelm her. She’d asked her dad for money for Christmas, rather than anything else, and she was waiting to get it before buying Christmas presents. Sure, she’d baked some cookies for him, along with Morgan and Noelle, and even ended up making some for Amy, Marissa, and Carolyn, but that didn’t count. Not really.

He was her boyfriend. She was supposed to be able to do more. She wanted to do more.

Having him pay for a night at Marquis and give her a gift on top of that made her feel as though she was failing. As if she was deficient. She knew that wasn’t his intention, which made her feel even guiltier because her emotions were ruining his kind gesture.

Instead of letting herself spiral completely out of control, Sam opened the box he’d handed her. It was a very light box and not very big, but she couldn’t even begin to guess what was inside, other than it was probably some kind of sex toy. Since they were at Marquis and he’d said it was also for him, that was the only thing that made sense.

So, when she opened the box and saw red, lacy fabric, her eyebrows went up.

“Go to the bathroom and put them on,” Q ordered. The firm tone he used sent an instant stab of lust straight through her.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, with only a little sass.

Scooting around the booth, she paused when their server suddenly appeared again. They put in their orders, then she took off to the bathroom. It didn’t take her more than ten seconds of actually handling the underwear to realized there was something in the crotch of them—something hard that had been sewn into the fabric and nestled right against her clit when she put them on.

If these aren’t remote controlled, I’m a millionaire.

Suspicion was confirmed the moment she walked out of the bathroom, and she was hit with a blast of vibration directly against her clit. It was hard enough, startling enough, she immediately stopped walking, putting one hand out to catch herself and lean against the wall for support. Almost as soon as her fingers touched the wall, the vibration stopped, and she looked up. She didn’t have a perfect view of Q in their booth, but good enough for her to see his slightly guilty but sexually intense expression.

Guilt because she doubted he’d meant to make her stumble, and she knew exactly what the rest of his expression was for. Even though he felt a little bad about it, he still liked that he’d stopped her in her tracks.

Truthfully, she didn’t hate it.

Her body was already humming and buzzing from that brief stimulation, as though all of her senses had woken up all at once and were ready to party. As she stared at Q, he lifted one hand and crooked his finger.

Damn if she didn’t want to go running to him.

Gathering herself, she straightened and tugged on the hem of her skirt, pulling it down a little, before restarting her walk back to their booth. After a few steps, she felt a low hum in her panties, right where the hard vibrations had hit her before. The much lower stimulation and half-expecting it kept her from stumbling again.

As she made her way across the floor, the vibration slowly increased, though not nearly to the initial level that had blasted her. Heat swept over her in waves, and by the time she made it to the booth, she was flush with hot need and wouldn’t have minded another surge like the first one.

Of course, Q stopped the vibrations entirely, smiling at her the entire time.

Sam glared at him.

“Having fun?” she asked, sliding into the booth beside him and trying not to feel awkward as she scooted. Was there anything less sexy than scooting around a booth in a leather miniskirt and a corset that didn’t allow her to bend? She should have thought this through a little better, but she’d been thinking about how good she looked standing.

He lifted his arm so she could scoot up next to him, which she did, despite her sexual frustration. Maybe because of her sexual frustration. It turned her on that he was controlling her orgasm, even as it drove her nuts.

“I was going to ask you the same question,” he replied, eyes twinkling merrily.

Jerk.

He was saved by their food arriving. Sam stuck her tongue out at him as she shifted back to her spot, so he could have both hands back—which he needed to cut his steak.

Dinner was delicious. Q didn’t turn on the remote, so she could eat in peace, which she appreciated. They flirted and bantered and talked about their weeks. The only thing she held back from him was the job stuff. So far, the only place to reach out was the Ohio job, so she’d scheduled the interview.

But she didn’t want to tell him about the interview.

She didn’t know if she would take the job if it was offered to her, but she felt guilty even considering it. So, she didn’t want to talk about it and ruin their night together. Granted, she had a different excuse every night for not bringing it up, but she couldn’t make herself say the words.