Page 143 of The Promise Of You

“Really?” That’s amazing.

“It’s gonna bring us a lot more business. We start demo on Monday.”

“That soon?”

“Un-huh. They wanted tomorrow, but we have a private event I didn’t want to cancel, plus a number of reservations Saturday. So, Monday.”

I breathe in her hair. “You have a private event tomorrow?” Tomorrow I’m closed, like every year on the same date. My staff already knows. Hell, the whole town knows we’re closed that day.

But suddenly I don’t know what to do with myself.

Correction.

I don’t feel like wallowing anymore.

“Can I take you out? Or will they need you at the restaurant?”

She trails her tongue along my neck, making my hips buck. “Mm, they can manage. Samuel will be working.”

I jolt. “I wonder if—”

She nibbles my ear. “Yup. We should make sure we come back early enough.”

Adrenaline courses through me. I’m taking my girl out on what used to be the hardest day of the year for me, and we might finally have an opening to catch that fucker Samuel. Because why else would Samuel agree to work on a day he’s off, other than to have an excuse for staying behind after close? “Okay then. It’s a date, tomorrow, on the early side.”

“Dinner’s ready,” she purrs in my ear then stands. “I made my lobster risotto.”

That sounds delicious, but then again… “Fuck. I dunno, Clo.” I set my beer on the floor and pull her back on my lap, facing me this time so she straddles me, her cleavage right below my chin. “I just wanna eat your pussy.”

She grinds against me. “Oh, I see,” she says with a shy smile, her cheeks getting rosy. Fuck but I like the way she’s coy about it.

“You little minx. I know you’re having dirty thoughts right now.”

She gapes and shakes her head, but a small laugh escapes her.

“Show me those tits,” I order her.

Biting her lip, she unbuttons her dress down to the waist and runs her hands on top of her bra.

“That new?” I growl. The bra is light pink, sheer, revealing, and barely containing her puckered nipples. I go to unhook it at her back, but she reaches for her cleavage and unclasps it there, her breasts spilling out, offered. “Fuck, Chloe, I like this one,” I say and take one nipple into my mouth, pulling on it.

She moans softly, grinds against me, runs her fingers on my scalp, keeping my mouth right where she wants it. I run a finger between us, and yeah. “You’re soaked for me, aren’t you?”

She grinds again.

“Aren’t you?”

“I dunno,” she mumbles. “I dunthingso.” And then she grinds harder.

I growl and take her other nipple in my mouth.

She lowers her head to my ear, as if she’s concerned someone might hear us, and she whispers. “Canyou chegagain… if I’m wet?”

I’d think it’s funny and cute if I wasn’t so wound up tonight. So needing to fuck her. So needing my own release. I unzip my jeans and jerk my hips up to free my cock, and register her gasp. “Yeah, babe, you’re soaked. Now take your man.”

She lets out a series of pants as she takes my throbbing cock in her. “That’s my girl,” I growl in her ear and at that, she comes. I watch the beauty of her features abandoned for me, her whole body shaking, her wet cunt spasming around me, sucking me in, sucking me dry as I empty myself in her. I give her soft hips a couple more pulls to impale her entirely on me and finish while she wraps her arms around me, and my face falls between her breasts.

“Fucking hell, best place on Earth,” I grunt as I dive again between Clover’s thighs and circle her clit. It’s after dinner, we’re in her bed, and I can’t get enough of her. Her sex juices are the best nightcap I could dream of, her whimpers a total turn on. I’m hard on her sound, her smell, her taste, her feel.

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