Page 71 of I Won't Be In On Monday

"Then I'd call you foolish and tell you that you're going to be broker than broke very quickly because I'd be willing to give you a blowjob for free in the comfort of your own home."

He gasps as his eyes widen. "Are you serious?"

"I mean, if you're going to go down on me, I don't mind going down on you," I say, licking my lips, my heart thudding. My panties are wetter than they've ever been, and I don't know what's come over me.

"So, you’re saying that we should forget the food, go to your place, and do some sixty-nine?" He winks at me.

"I already told you that I need to eat first. I'll decide if I'm ready for sixty-nine after I see if you're any good with that tongue."

"You still don't believe me, huh?"

"I need to see it to believe it." I grin at him.

"Okay. One second."

"One second what?"

Before I know what's happening, he's crawled under the table.He's such a joker, I think to myself, giggling, but then I feel his hands on my sweatpants. I look around and lift up the tablecloth. "Get out from under the table, Remington," I hiss at him.

He winks at me. "But I think you said I wouldn't."

"Remington." I quickly drop the tablecloth as June comes back.

"Oh, where did he go?" She looks around.

"I think he went to the restroom," I say quickly.

She smiles and nods. "Okay, I'll be back in five minutes."

"Sounds good." I shift on the chair as I feel his fingers on my sweatpants, pulling them down. I can feel that my panties are going down, as well, and I gasp.Oh my God, what is he doing?I look at the table to my left and to my right, and thankfully, they're not paying any attention to me. I'm about to lift the tablecloth again when I feel something warm between my legs, spreading them apart.

Oh my gosh, I think. Soon, I realize that it's not his tongue but his fingers. He's grabbing me now, trying to push me further down the chair, but I grab the side so that I don't move. He rubs gently between my legs, and I moan lightly, and then because I know that Remington has a point to prove, I kick him lightly. I hear a thud as his head hits the top of the table, and I grin. I kick him one more time and hear a loud groan.

I lift the tablecloth. "Get out from under there right now.” I stare at him. He just grins at me, but thankfully, he gets back from up under the table and takes a seat. I shift quickly and pull up my sweatpants and panties and hope no one has noticed. “What the hell do you think you were doing?” I say.

“I was trying to go down on you and give you the orgasm of your life, but you didn’t let me.”

“Remington, we’re in a public place.”

“And?" he says.

"You can't."

"I think I'm not the one who cares about propriety, Juniper. I think it's you."

"I just don't even know what to say right now. You're crazy."

"Crazy about wanting to please you maybe." He winks at me. "Seriously, though. I want to be able to look into your eyes when you scream my name.”

I swallow hard. "Well, you might be looking into my eyes for a long time because I very much doubt I'll be screaming your name."

"Oh, you want to bet?" he asks.

"Bet what?"

"You want to bet that I'll have you screaming my name?"

"I will not be screaming your name. Trust me."

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