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I told the hostess we had arrived, and she led us to a back booth, one dimly lit and far away from the rest of the crowd. I requested this spot when booking the reservation. It was somewhere we’d have to sit close as we enjoyed dinner, and I convinced him to loosen his moral compass for only one night.
I slid into the booth, which allowed me to face the rest of the restaurant. Then patted the seat next to me, “Don’t make me sit all alone.” He looked at the seat for a moment, weighing the options. Sitting so close, he knew, was dangerous. I could see him calculating a way to sit across from me. He popped the center button on his suit jacket, and I purred wickedly, “Unless you’re afraid you can’t handle it and will wanna fuck me tonight instead of your wife.” His false bravado had him laughing casually as he sat beside me.
Taking Something I Can’t Have Pt 3
His cheeks were flushed, as were the hostesses after my brass comment. She handed him the wine menu as I scooted closer, thigh to thigh. My hand touched his knee as I peered over the list with him. He swallowed tightly, clearing his throat before selecting a bottle of white for us to share. I knew this close; he could smell my perfume. Feel it winding around his senses. The hostess looked at his wedding ring and then at me with disgust. Her lip curled slightly as she dismissed herself, and I laughed. “Going for the jugular, are you?” His eyes were as playful as always when he looked at me, pressing myself against him.
“You have something I want.” I blinked up at him innocently, my hand trailing higher up his thigh while my nails curled along his inner thigh. I felt his stirring, his cock twitching to lift in his slacks.
“Greedy girl.” He smiled as the hostess came back with the wine and two glasses. He ordered for us; I wanted him and didn’t care what we ate. Pulling my hands away as the salad came, we had regular, teasing conversations like always. The kind that makes me want him so badly. He confused my insides. Should I submit to him or take control? I couldn’t decide, and it made me insane. When the waitress came to clear the first course, he looked relaxed, his arm draped around my shoulder, and his fingers even stroked my arm, allowing his thumb to graze the side of my breast ever so slightly. My nipples peaked in response, and I leaned my chin on his shoulder to whisper.
“You wouldn’t really make me this wet and leave me unsatisfied, would you?”
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