Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
The more he eats, the more he gets fired up.
Especially when my food arrives.
Everyone’s eating their food and happily chatting like nothing’s going on. But as far as they know, nothing is going on. And I don’t want them to know. The thought of them seeing what Luca is doing is killing me, but when I look at him, I know that’s exactly why he’s doing it.
Fuck.
“Jill, I thought you liked steak?” Mom asks. “You’re not hungry?”
I gulp, trying not to react as Luca increases his pace, almost as if he’s deliberately trying to make it harder for me to respond.
Am I hungry?
Yes. No.
Not for food.
Hungry for …
Him.
I turn my head, my body shaking as our eyes connect. Desire builds inside, and I’m struggling to even breathe. All I can think about is that finger swirling around my most sensitive part while his hard-on is probably bursting out of his pants, and all I want to do is reach for it and play with him like he’s playing with me.
His dark, lusty eyes lure me in as he fingers me so good I swear it feels like I’m going to die at this table right here right now.
I can’t focus on anything, let alone cutting that steak sitting right in front of my nose.
Luca is flicking my clit like he’s on a mission to make me …
Oh, no.
I can’t do that here.
I can’t. It’s impossible. It’s immoral. Everyone’s watching. Everyone will know. I can’t, it’s—
Too late.
I gasp as the orgasmic waves fill my body with heat and desire, and all thoughts of food go out the window. And as I sit here, toes curled and nails digging into the table, the tiniest of moans still manages to escape my mouth.
And all eyes are on me while mine struggle not to roll back into my head.
Oh, God.
Everyone saw.
Everyone heard.
Chapter 18
Jill
* * *
My entire face turns red.
“Is something wrong, honey?” my mom asks, raising her brow in that way she only does when she’s masking her annoyance.
I gasp as Luca pulls his fingers away, and my legs tighten from the feel of his hand sliding away again as though nothing ever happened.
I don’t even know how to respond as Luca brings his hand to his mouth and, in full view of literally our entire family, sucks on his fingers all while gazing at me.
“Yeah, Jill, something wrong?” he muses, wearing a dark smile on his face.
Oh, my fucking God.
If I could smack that smug grin off, I would.
But that would mean admitting something happened.
Something forbidden and totally inappropriate.
And so goddamn hot that I’m sweating profusely in this dress, so much so that I scoot my chair back and stand, muttering, “I … I have to go … powder my nose.”
“Powder your nose?” Jasmine responds, snorting.
“Yeah, go powder your nose, Jill,” Luca adds, winking as he looks at me.
I immediately look away, only to face the rest of the people at this table with incredible shame. And they’re all looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.
I slowly slip away from the table, running halfway to the bathroom, before I close the door behind me and take a moment to breathe and think about what the fuck just happened.
My pussy still throbs, and I can still feel his fingers between my legs.
Fuck.
I look around the room at the dim neon lights hanging from the wall, the statue of a naked woman next to the door, and the exotic velvety purple wallpaper that has turned blueish from the sultry lighting. The place looks oddly … sensual.
Not the kind of bathroom you’d expect in this high-end restaurant.
I try to catch my bearings, but nothing helps, so I walk to the sink and turn on the faucet to splash my face to cool down the heat spreading in my body.
All I can think of is how good it felt when he did that … and how badly I wanted to grab him too.
What is wrong with me?
When I raise my head to look at myself again, Luca is right there, staring at me through the mirror.
I squeal.
“Luca!”
There’s a devilish smile on his face that only deepens the second I spot him. Like he enjoys seeing me jolt up and down from the scare.
“What are you doing here? This is the girls’ bathroom,” I say, trying to keep my cool, but it’s hard when he’s so close to me.
And it especially becomes hard to breathe when he presses his body against mine, his hard-on pressing up against my ass as he plants both hands on the sink.
“I just came …” Goose bumps scatter on my skin. “To see how you were doing.”
His voice is low, gravelly, on the verge of a growl, and it sets off a desire I didn’t know I had.
Fuck.
Something tells me he isn’t just here to check on me.