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I nudge him and then adjust my dick so it’s stuck up under my waistband and not waving to every unsuspecting customer. I don’t want everyone to know how badly I want Alec. I’d like to keep my lust to myself.

And Iamhungry and now more determined to make this go well, so that we can go home and fuck. But part of me also wants to just snuggle up next to him in a small booth and let him feed me.

That is, if we get a small cozy spot somewhere in dim lighting.

When we walk into the restaurant, I take in the wooden floors and the tables situated in no particular order. Servers are moving back and forth taking orders, and country music plays over the speakers. This definitely lives up to its name.

“You two want a table or booth?” the hostess asks, her eyes not even meeting ours. She’s too busy looking down at the paper in front of her, probably trying to figure out where we can sit because this place is bustling.

“A booth if possible,” Alec says, his hand reaching around me and pressing against my lower back. I feel the touch all the way up to my eyeballs. They just blink and blink, my cheeks turning bright red. Thankfully, no one can see it. No one can tell what Alec is doing to me simply by touching my back through my shirt. But my skin positively lights up.

The hostess nods, grabs some menus, and guides us to a booth tucked into a corner. The lighting isn’t that dim, but it’s not too bright. Alec slides in first, and I debate snuggling up next to him. Part of me wants to just crawl into his lap and let him hold me, but it seems desperate, unhinged. So I take the seat opposite him instead. Regret slams into me almost immediately. I should have sat next to him. Should have been bold like I was at the hay maze.

But I wasn’t, I was afraid of what other people would think, so here I am, on the other side, staring at him all cold and alone.

Tragic. That’s what I am.

“Why do you look like that?” Alec asks, his eyes sliding from the menu to me. I must look despondent. But I can’t help how I feel. I wear all of my emotions right on my face where anyone can see.

“I, um, sat on the wrong side of the booth,” I whisper, feeling like a child. My eyes even sting at the admission. “I made a mistake.”

Alec stares at me, his lips twitching. “You can always fix it, baby.”

The way he says that term of endearment makes my ears heat. “Yeah?”

He scoots over a little, making space. “Yeah. Get over here.”

I slide out and sit next to him, my thigh brushing his, my ankle linking with his. Already, I feel better. This is completely ridiculous, and yet I can’t help how I feel about him.

How utterly obsessed I am with this man.

But despite feeling at peace, I fumble with the menu and glance around the room, wondering if people are looking at us—two men in a booth, snuggled up against each other—but once again, no one is paying us any mind. No one cares.

“No one’s looking,” he says, reassuring me. “You can sit next to me in peace.”

My shoulders slump, and I glance down at the menu. “I’m glad. I want some fucking peace, Alec. I want it, for once in my life.”

His hand links with mine on top of the table and he brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles softly.

“I know and youwill.”

“I will?”

“Yeah, Jude. When you’re with me, I’ll make sure you feel nothing but that.”

CHAPTER 13

JUDE

Something changed at that small country diner. For Alec and me.

I don’t know what it was, but something shifted. I can feel it. It’s almost palpable. I grab on to his hand as he’s driving us home, and after a few minutes of trying to control myself, I just groan and give in to my desires. I lean over the console and my tongue sneaks out and swipes along the vein in his neck.

His body shivers and when I bite down on his jaw, he lets out a soft moan.

“God, Jude, what is up with you?” Alec asks with a small laugh. He’s trying to keep his eyes on the road, but I’m making it hard. I’m a sex siren now.

“I should move to an island and become one with the sea,” I say goofily and Alec peeks over at me as I reach out and massage his dick through his pants.

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