Page 42 of Kiss and Make Love

He took my hand, kissed my wrist, and led me up the stairs to his apartment.

If I didn’t realize it our first time in the elevator, I did now. James was a bit of an exhibitionist. Hell, I was becoming one too. And now we were officially dating.

It wasn’t something I thought I was into, but James awoke something in me. Playing with him in places where we could get caught turned me on like a fire hose. And sometimes we got caught. Honestly, I think I preferred that to getting away with it. Something about someone else seeing us and the danger of it all.

He was taking me out this evening. I was hoping it would bethenight tonight. Our games had become more daring in the past few weeks. But I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me in public. Somewhere we might be found. And my gut told me tonight was that night. My body vibrated with the thought of it.

It’s never something we plan out. It happens spur-of-the-moment when we see a suitable spot or don’t want to wait until we get back to one of our apartments to fool around. But something was buzzing between us right now.

“For you.” James slid a black box across his kitchen island to where I stood. “For tonight.”

My eyes widened at the sight of the sleek box and ornate design. It looked expensive. I lifted the lid and peeled away the black tissue paper.

A vibrator. Oh, hell yes. I pulled it out and turned it over in my hands. Vibrant pink and made to wrap from pussy to clit. An empty indent in the foam insert suggested something was missing. I ran my finger around it, trying to figure out what it could be for. Something for James? A cock ring, maybe? The shape wasn’t right for that, though…

He came around the island and kissed me on the shoulder.“Looking for this?” He held up the tiny remote control.

My mouth dropped open. “Am I wearing this out tonight?”

“You are. Put it in,” he directed with a smack to my ass. “Our cab is waiting downstairs.”

I rushed to his bedroom and grabbed the lube from his bedside table. Pulling down my thong, I put the vibrator in, loving how full it made me feel.

It was like one other I had, though the smaller end of this new one was adjustable. Smart. Why weren't the other two-pronged vibrators I had adjustable? Apparently, I’d been living in the past because this vibrator was light-years ahead of my other toys. I adjusted it over my clit and pulled my underwear back up. James knew what he was doing.

Tonight was going to be fun.

Sitting at the dinner table, finishing our entrees, tiny rivulets of sweat ran down my lower back. James was not messing around with the vibrator controls.

He edged me the entire cab ride to the restaurant. Talking with me like it was another everyday conversation, making jokes with the driver, asking him to take the long way to our destination. Not once did he acknowledgewhat he was doing to me, though I knew he paid close attention so he wouldn’t tip me over the edge. No word of a lie—knowing the driver might’ve suspected something only turned me on more.

Squirming in my seat, breathing fast and shallow, pressing my thighs together to stop the ache that was building at breakneck speeds. None of these things were normal to do in the back of a taxi. Especially when their boyfriend appeared nonplussed by the entire experience.

Well, not completely nonplussed. The occasional lick of his lips and squeeze of my thigh told me he was getting off on seeing me struggle. I did my best to appear normal—sitting somewhat still, eyes forward, nodding my head along with the conversation. Though I’m pretty sure I didn’t disguise my state near well enough.

Now I was soaked, sitting at a table in a very public restaurant. And I wasn’t soaking from sweat, though I was perspiring.

“How’s the lamb shoulder?” James asked, pretending like he wasn’t in the middle of a long, torturous stretch of using the remote on me.

“It’s…really…good.” I struggled to get the words out. Even though the food was to die for, it was becoming difficult to eat.

He chuckled and stopped the vibrator, giving me a much-needed break.

I wiped a bead of sweat from my brow. “Oh my god, James. How long was that?”

He tilted his head to this side. “Forty-five seconds.”

I stared at him. “What? That’s all?”

“Catch your breath. Finish your lamb. Then I’ll play with you some more.” He took a bite of his ribeye. “Is the lamb actually good?”

I shoveled another forkful into my mouth. The sweet brandy au jus roused my taste buds. “I meant it. It might be one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”

“Only a few bites left,” he said.

“Want to try a piece?”

“You know I’ll try anything of yours.” He leaned forward across the table, and I placed a forkful of tender meat into his mouth. “Delicious,” he said with a wink.

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