declaration—drags a squeak from me and I lower my shaking wine glass to the table. My heart thuds as I struggle for breath around the intrusive visions of having Reid’s cock in my mouth, having him desperate and out of control and as needy as I feel right now.
‘Penny for your dirty thoughts,’ he growls.
How does he know? How can he turn me on so effortlessly? How can I want him so fiercely?
I rest my elbow on the table and lean closer. ‘I want your cock in my mouth.’
His fingers still, eyes blazing with lust.
I continue, spinning out the fantasy I can tell turns him on, too. ‘I used to dream about coming to the Faulkner, finding you alone in your office and wordlessly dropping to my knees behind your desk.’
His groan, eyes heavy-lidded, is music to my ears.
I lean closer, drop my voice to a more intimate whisper. ‘You’d splutter, ask me what I was doing, but you wouldn’t stop me as I unzipped your trousers and took you into my mouth.’
‘Fuck it, Blair. Touch me. Now.’ He lifts one eyebrow, his command so gravelly, the sound buzzes over my nipples.
I glance around the dining room, but no one pays us any heed. No doubt we look like any other loved-up couple, out for a romantic dinner. We’re so close on the seat, we could be holding hands under the table.
I place my hand on the steel of his muscular thigh, my stare holding his in challenge.
‘Higher,’ he bites out.
I obey, sliding my hand all the way up to the big, stiff length of him braced against the fly of his trousers.
His lips part as I stroke him with my fingertips, pressing my thumb to the spot below the head that drags a low growl from him. ‘You’re going to get your wish one day soon—trust me. First thing tomorrow morning I’ll be getting a lock installed on my office door.’
‘Don’t bother,’ I whisper, sliding my thumb over the head of his cock, certain his trousers feel damp, as if he’s leaking already. ‘Someone coming in was part of the fantasy. I’d keep going, concealed under your desk, and you’d try to continue a conversation while I took you to the back of my throat.’
He leans close, his mouth moving through the curtain of my hair. ‘You wonderful woman. I’ve been sitting behind that desk hard for you all day—fucking uncomfortable feeling, let me tell you.’ His confession makes me smile, the idea this urbane CEO spent the day discreetly adjusting himself around the office because of me adding another layer of turned-on to my weakened body.
‘Why didn’t you do something about it?’ The thought of him stroking what I have in my hand while he thinks of me sends pulses of heat through my core. That I could inspire such...desperation after being invisible for so long. My throat dries and I swallow. Would he jack himself off hard and fast or pump slowly, his wrist twisting...? My thighs twitch, desperate to come together, but reluctant to dislodge the torturous, crawling passage of his hand.
‘Because it’s for you.’ The brows once again rise as he pins me with a look packed with promise. ‘I’m saving every drop for all the fantasies you have.’
I’ve been so turned on by his words, by touching him and learning what he likes, I’ve missed the fact his hand hasn’t idly lingered in one place on my leg. When his finger brushes a whisper of touch over my exposed lips, I gasp as the sensation practically knocks me back in the seat.
‘Here is my dessert,’ his filthy voice husks, intimate, for my ears only. ‘I’m ravenous for this. Was that also part of the fantasy?’ His fingers circle while he speaks, and I fight to conceal the judders that rack my body as he strums my clit. I bite my lip, grasping hold of the pleasure, trying to keep it locked inside. Private.
‘Tell me—did you ever fantasise about me putting my mouth on you?’
I offer a shaky nod, and triumph blazes over his face.
The waiter returns with some starters I have no recollection of ordering. I snatch my hand from Reid’s crotch and he does the same from mine, but slowly, surely and with a confidence that leaves me wondering how many times he’s done this public pleasuring routine before...
Lucky women.
Reid props his elbow on the table as the waiter deposits our plates. He looks directly at me, presses his thumb—the one that’s just rubbed me close to melting—to his lips and swipes his tongue over the wet pad.
‘Mmm...delicious.’ It’s subtle. Reid’s polite smile for the waiter, his quick glance down at the food, covers his real meaning. But I flush all over, my body temperature now dangerously high.
And so it continues.
Over every course we tease each other beneath the table. I barely touch my food and, although Reid fares a little better, I’m certain he too struggles.
By the time he asks for the bill, he’s dragged me close to the edge of climaxing at least twice, so I’m so desperate to come I’ve forgotten my own name.
My legs, as he guides me from the restaurant, are so wobbly I’m tempted to remove the heels I know make my legs appear longer in case I collapse before we reach the car.
When I’m panting on the back seat, my thighs pressed tightly closed to ease the burn, I glare at him, torn between begging and demanding he’ll do something to finish me off.
‘Fancy a nightcap at my place,’ he says, ‘or shall I drop you home?’
I appreciate the out clause, but home...? In this state...? The curl of his lip floods my body with relief.
‘Nightcap sounds lovely, thanks.’ My voice is an embarrassing croak and I want to swallow him whole in punishment.
He gives free rein to a full-out sinful smile. ‘Egerton Crescent please, Terry,’ Reid says to the driver before sliding closed the tinted privacy screen.
I practically sob with relief. Then I launch myself into his lap.
His hands grip my hips as I cover his mouth with mine, so desperate I drag my teeth over his bottom lip and pull back, panting, at his grunt of warning. ‘That’s for teasing me.’ I rub his still hard length through his trousers and grapple with his belt buckle.
He’s driven me so successfully to the brink of delirium all night, if he doesn’t touch me soon I’m going to do it myself, right here in front of him, private or not.
He shoves me off his lap, tipping me onto the leather seat beside him and then following me so he can kiss me back. ‘You want it here? In the back of a car? Another fantasy?’
‘As opposed to a restaurant full of people?’ I smile even though I’m a turned-on mess.
‘Fair point.’ His chuckle emboldens me to unleash some more honesty, as it seems to fire him up.
‘I’ve fantasised about you in every conceivable location.’ Before I have a chance to tug his smug mouth back to mine, his hand slips along my thigh, heading north in the way he’s tortured me throughout dinner.
‘Oh,
