She rolls her eyes and drops her hand to stop mine from delving further between her legs. “As I recall, that wasn’t really a date. You booked it through Date Night so I kind of had to come.”
I say a prayer of thanks that she’s worn a short dress today as I push past her restraining hand and reach the damp fabric of her panties. “You didn’t have to ‘come,' baby. You wanted to…badly, if I remember correctly.” A small groan pushes past her lips as I nudge her panties to the side and run my finger down her slit. I lean closer to her until my mouth is just inches from her neck. “Quiet, baby, unless you want everyone to know what we’re doing. I personally don’t give a damn.”
She drops her face into the curve of my neck and I give an involuntary shiver as her warm breath hits my exposed skin. My finger finds her clit and begins to swirl around the tiny bud. Moisture is flooding from her core and I quickly lose myself in the feel of her * and the smell of her arousal. “Luc,” she pants, “I need to…please!”
I thrust a finger up to my knuckle inside her and bite off a moan as her walls close around my digit. I’m seriously entertaining the idea of dropping to the floor and going under the tablecloth so I can lap at her cunt when I hear a clatter that sounds as loud as a bomb dropping. “I have your lasagna for two. Would you like some fresh bread?” My hand jerks and Lia gives a gasp of horror.
Our server is a twenty-something-year-old male and from the lavish grin on his face, he has a pretty good idea of where my hand is. Lia’s face, which is hidden in the side of my neck, and the lack of composure on my part, are as good as holding up signs of guilt. “Yeah, that’s right, you horny little bastard. I’m finger-fucking my girlfriend. Now get lost so I can finish.” Instead of saying what I’m thinking though, I give a wave of dismissal and notice that the little shit actually looks disappointed. Did he think I was going to invite him to watch or something?
“Oh my God,” Lia hisses. “He knew what we were doing, didn’t he?” I ignore her question and push my finger back inside her * as if nothing had happened. “What’re you doing?” Panic fills her voice, but there is something else as well—that fine edge of need impossible to disguise. She wants to come like the lady she is, but her body is urging her in the opposite direction, where desire rules and inhibitions are tossed aside.
“Giving you what you’re too shy to ask for. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, my love.” I do take a quick look around me, just to make sure we don’t have a voyeuristic waiter watching us. I don’t mind people questioning that we might be up to something, but I could do without a pervert getting off on it—well, unless that’s me. I use my thumb to strum her clit while plunging another finger into her. Before I know it, I feel her contracting around me, and the little devil actually bites my neck. “Fuck. Ouch, baby, release the teeth,” I growl. The spurt of pain, along with her little whimpers, are almost enough to have me blowing my load in my pants. I’d really rather not walk out of my friend’s restaurant with a wet spot on my crotch.
Lia removes her teeth and soothes the sting with a swipe of her tongue. Yeah—so not helping my problem. “Sorry, but you kind of deserved it.” She giggles softly. Embarrassing myself is probably worth it if I can make her laugh after her earlier panic attack.
Suddenly a booming voice says, “Luc and his beautiful girlfriend. Welcome, my friends!” Lia and I both jerk upright and stare at the owner of the restaurant and my friend, Leo. He steps closer to the table and clamps one hand on my shoulder, before extending his other for me to shake. I hear Lia gasp next to me when I extend the hand that had just moments ago been inside her. “It’s so good to see you,” Leo says enthusiastically. “My hostess told me that she’d seated you earlier. I apologize it’s taken some time for me to get over here to greet you.” With a twinkle in his eyes, he adds, “I trust your visit is going well so far?”
I know the polite thing to do would be to get to my feet and return his greeting properly, but something tells me that he understands why I choose to stay seated. “Leo, it’s been too long. How have you been?” I point to a seat at our table, silently inviting him to join us.
He remains standing as he says, “I’ve been well, Luc. I’m sorry to say that I’m short-staffed tonight and don’t have time to sit and talk. I just wanted to say hello quickly.” We talk for another moment before he rushes back toward the kitchen.
“Could that have been any more embarrassing?” Lia hisses when we’re alone again. “He knew exactly what we were doing, didn’t he?”
“Of course.” I laugh as I take a sip of my tea. “Leo’s Italian, baby, so it’s not exactly something new for him. I’ve no doubt he could overlook just about anything we do in his restaurant in the name of love…and lust.”