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My breath hitches and I rock, no longer caring if anyone is watching. If I don’t come right now, I’ll never forgive them. I’ll never play their sex games again. The waiter brings out our plate of dessert and new forks.

I worry that Liam’s going to shut the toy off again, but he doesn’t. Instead, he racks it up. Dials up the intensity and makes it faster. My walls clench down on the toy, and I let out a low moan I can’t stifle.

Liam stabs a fork into the dessert and holds it up to me. “Open.”

My lips part, and he sticks the forkful inside. I close my lips around the fork and taste the first decadent bite. The buttered puff pastry is flaky, the mascarpone cheese is salty and tastes of vanilla, and the strawberries have been lightly roasted to make them sweeter, then covered in strawberry syrup. I chew and swallow, using the dessert as an excuse to moan as he plays with the remote.

They all take turns eating forkfuls of our dessert while Liam drives me to the brink of orgasm inside this fancy restaurant. They save the last few bites for me. Feeding me small forkfuls and letting me lick their utensils clean, all while Liam sets the toy nestled in my pussy to a merciless rhythm.

I’m going to come. I rock in my seat, trying to drive that toy in deeper. It’s small compared to their cocks. Barely more than a tease inside me. But if I angle it right, it hits a spot of nerves inside me that make my toes curl in my heels. My pussy throbs against the vibrating toy. Slick soaks into my pretty panties. It seems like I’m flooding them. Like I’ve never been wetter in my life.

“Liam,” I moan, squeezing the edge of my seat. Fidgeting. Clenching my trembling thighs.

“Open.” He feeds me the last bite of dessert and hits the button on the remote.

I can’t take it anymore. I chew, distracted. Salty and sweet flavors burst along my tongue and the tension pulls taught between my thighs. He clicks it again and I shatter, moaning loudly. My walls clamp down on the silicone toy and waves wash over me. They make my pussy spasm and clench. Leave me dripping. And then I’m oversensitive. It’s too much. Far too much.

“Swallow,” he orders. So I do. The toy buzzes faster. Impossibly so. My reward. My orgasm hurdles forward. Into the swellof another. A bigger, deeper one that promises to wreck me in its aftermath.

“One more. You can do it,” he says, scooping up the dregs of our dessert. The final bite. But that’s not what he means.

He wants another orgasm. And my body is eager to obey, even if mentally I balk. I can’t. It’s too much. I won’t be able to hold my noises back. Already people are looking at us. Curious. Confused. I notice the heavy weight of their stares. See the alphas flare their nostrils, scenting me.

He slides the dripping syrup-covered strawberries past my lips. Deposits them on my tongue. I clamp down, scraping the fork clean as he pulls it out. Liam grabs me by the back of my neck and squeezes gently. “Good girl. Now finish.”

I swallow my mouthful of dessert and squeeze my thighs together. Increasing the pressure building there. Shoving me over that edge into orgasm. It hits me like a truck. Runs me over with pleasure and leaves me moaning and breathing hard as I try to stay quiet and fail. I shiver, far beyond oversensitized.

He clicks the toy off and the absence of buzzing is jarring, but welcome. Aftershocks zip through me, leaving me breathless.

“I’ll have whatever she’s eating,” someone tells their waitress.

My face burns with a blush. Liam leans in, brushes his lips against my ear, his voice deep and husky. “That’s our good girl. You’re so beautiful when you come for us.”

Our waiter comes over to take the empty dessert plate and forks away and I can’t look at him. I drop my eyes and lean against Liam’s shoulder.

“Will you be having anything else?” the waiter asks.

“The check,” Gabriel says, taking over. The waiter brings the bill in a leather book and they pay while I recover. While I remember how to breathe.

I’m dazed, satisfied and full, as they help me out of my seat. My ankles wobble as I stand on my unfamiliar heels. Liam tugs me against him and wraps his arm around me, taking some of my weight and keeping me from falling.

“Come again,” themaître d’says as we pass her station at the front.

“Oh, we plan to.” Liam chuckles and walks me out.

The cool evening air wakes me up a bit as we wait for the valet to let our chauffeur know to pull around. “Is anything else planned?” I ask.

“You’ll see.”

His promise both delights and frightens me.

Chapter Twenty

KAT

The chauffeur pullsthe short limo up and gets out, coming around to open the doors for us. Liam helps me in, like before, and Gabriel and Matthew climb in after us. The driver takes off once we’re settled.

“I found a nonalcoholic champagne,” Matthew says, pulling the bottle from an ice bucket hidden in the alcohol cabinet. He wraps the cork in his handkerchief and works it off with a loud pop, then pours us all glasses.

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