Page 97 of Love Without Demands

He kissed my temple and let his mouth linger there. “Are you a good girl, Lena?” The curve of his smile against my skin told me he didn’t miss the tremble that ran down my back. “Ahhh, someone likes being called a good girl.”

“I do not,” I protested weakly, and then air made a sharp entrance into my lungs when he yanked my leg over his, binding it between his thick thighs.

“I know a way to find out.” His short fingernails scratched deliberate lines up the inside of my thigh until he reached my pantiless sex. He taunted me with raised eyebrows. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

“If you don’t know, maybe you should have paid better attention in anatomy class,” I told him cheekily, barely holding onto my sanity because Rider was stroking one thick finger up and down my slit.

His laugh was like a midnight sky with no stars, dark and foreboding. “Trust me, Lena. I specialize in the female anatomy. Clit.” He flicked my bundle of nerves, and I almost flew off the seat. “Cunt.” Two fingers pushed deeply into me. “G-spot.” Those fingers curled forward, sure and precise, and my damn eyes crossed until I saw double.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered, grasping the edge of the table with both hands as he stroked that sensitive spot inside me.

“Hmmmm,” Rider hummed in my ear. “Maybe you’re a bad girl after all, Lena. I don’t think good girls allow themselves to get finger-fucked beneath a table in a public place. And by a stranger, no less.”

Holy hell! This is even hotter than anything I could have imagined.

He picked up my margarita with his free hand and held it to my lips, allowing me to lick salt from the rim before tipping a small drink into my mouth. All the while, he continued the sweet assault between my spread legs.Thank god this place has long tablecloths.

“I’m… I’m close,” I panted, closing my eyes as I felt the familiar tightening inside me.

Then his fingers were gone, and I snapped my lids open to see Rider’s fingers a couple inches from my face. They were embarrassingly wet with my arousal. With a wicked grin, he dipped them into his glass, turning the clear contents slightly cloudy as the ice tinkled against the sides.

Holding my eyes, he sucked them clean before downing his drink in one go with a long groan.Did he just…Before I could say anything, the server approached with our food. Rider’s thighs tightened around my slimmer one, holding it hostage when I attempted to close my legs.

“Here we go. One order of patatas bravas,” Charles informed us, setting the plate down, and I wondered if I looked as flustered as I felt. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Another vodka on the rocks,” Rider said coolly. “That was the best-tasting one I’ve ever had.”

Lord have mercy! No he did not just say that.I was sure my cheeks were the color of ripe cherries as the server scurried away.

For the next hour, I was a ball of electricity contained in skin, bones, and lust. Rider fed me crispy potatoes dipped in the creamy sauce. He purposely smeared the sauce on my lips, my cheek, my shoulder, and then proceeded to lick it off.

All the while, he edged me with tortuous fingers between my legs, pumping in and out, stroking all the places I needed to be touched, but never letting me come. By the time he lickedhis fingers clean of… me… and paid the bill, I wasn’t even pretending to be demure anymore.

Hell, I was so eager to get upstairs with him, I almost forgot my purse. Rider pulled it from the seat and tucked it beneath his arm, a smug-as-fuck look on his face as he placed his hand on my lower back and led me from the bar.

Why is it so hot when a man is secure enough in his masculinity to carry your purse?

I somehow managed to walk calmly toward the elevator bank rather than sprinting like my poor vagina was urging me to do. Rider dipped his head toward me at the same time his finger hit the call button. “Are you ready to come?”

The words had barely left his lips before I barked out, “Yes!”

He chuckled and led me into the elevator, crowding me until my face was inches from the glass back wall. His voice was an octave lower as he dipped his head and spoke his demand in my ear.

“Put your hands on the rail and spread your legs.”

Chapter 31

The elevator was completelyglass except for the metal doors. I was currently staring at the inside of the elevator shaft, but I knew once we rose above the ground floor, I would have a clear view of the lobby.

And anyone there would have a clear view of me. Excitement infiltrated my every cell.

Surely he didn’t plan to fuck me in here where anyone would be able to watch. Right?

Doing as I was told, I wrapped my fingers around the metal bar that was waist height for me and spread my legs. “Wider,” Rider growled, nudging my legs obscenely wide with his knee. As the elevator began to rise, he placed one hand on my hip and slid the other up the inside of my thigh from behind. “Very messy down here, Lena.” His voice was stern, which only made me messier.

“Your fault, Rider,” I returned as he pushed two fingers inside me.

Oh shit!There was a large group of people in formal wear milling about in the lobby. I could see them clearly, which meant they could also see me. Glancing down, I was relieved that my dress covered my bare pussy from the front.

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