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“Because I can’t exactly bend you over this table and fuck you like I want to—that’s why.” I shake my head.

“What makes you think I’d even let you?” she counters while reaching for a chicken nugget.

“You’d let me because you’re already wet just thinking about it,” I tell her.

“Nope, I’m as dry as the Sahara Desert,” she lies.

“Want to wager on that?” I ask her.

“In what way?”

“If you’re telling the truth and you aren’t wet, I won’t get shitty when I wake up without you again tomorrow morning. If I’m right, and the thought of me bending you over this table and fucking you in front of everyone here has your pussy weeping, then you have to promise to stay in my bed until we’re both awake in the morning,” I suggest.

She smirks. “Deal. But how exactly do you plan to check?” She laughs as she picks up another nugget.

“Oh, I’m checking,” I tell her as my hand creeps up her thigh, under her skirt.

“We’re in a fast-food restaurant,” she says.

“I’m aware,” I tell her as my fingers slide beneath her panties. “And I win.” I grin triumphantly when I find her slit wet, my finger pushing into her opening. Her legs spread wider, giving me better access.

“Mmm, I feel like I’m the one winning here,” she says as I move my fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

“Nope, I’m still the winner.” I lean in and kiss the side of her neck. “I want you to come right here, right now,” I tell her. My thumb circles her clit as my fingers continue to pump in and out. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, little girl. I can’t wait to get you home and sink my dick into it.”

“Oh, fuck!” she murmurs, before covering her mouth with her palm. She clenches around my fingers, and her thighs close tight around my hand as she comes.

When I withdraw my arm, she watches me lick my digits clean.

“I really needed that,” she says.

“The food or the orgasm?” I ask her.

“Both,” she says.

“Well, eat up so we can go home and have more,” I tell her.

Chapter Fifteen

Istretch my arms above my head before I roll over and reach for Alistair, who doesn’t appear to be in bed.

What the hell? I actually stayed all night to wake up alone?

The sound of banging and clanging coming from the kitchen lets me know he’s here somewhere—at least he’s still in the apartment.

I close my eyes. Maybe I can drift off for another five minutes. Just as I’m about to dive into slumber, my alarm startles me.

“Fuck.” I slap a hand out to the bedside table and pick up my phone. Five a.m. I have to get up and get ready for work.

Although, after yesterday, I really feel like calling in sick for the first time in forever. Pushing the covers back, I get up and reach for the robe Alistair bought me. I wrap the tie around my waist and pad into the kitchen to find him at the stove, a spatula in hand.

“Morning.”

Alistair spins around. “Morning. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed,” he says.

“Oh, want me to go back and wait?” I ask.

“No, you’re up now. Sit down. I’ll grab you a plate.”

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