Page 92 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Shit, Ritchie,” I muttered.

A server approached our table with a smile.

Her hair, a shade of golden yellow, was tied up into a neat ponytail. Bright white teeth were revealed as she spoke, along with her ample bosom that was squeezed into the tight black uniform shirt. “Good evening, Mr. Toscano,” she greeted him warmly.

“You can greet Mrs. Toscano too.”

I didn’t want any more attention on me then needed. Even if she was being disrespectful by flirting with my man in front of my face.

“Hello, Mrs. Toscano,” she said through gritted teeth.

I mustered a fake smile. “Hello,” I rushed out.

I was so busy trying not to come, I could barely keep my eyelids open.

Ritchie’s intense gray gaze traced over me, his lips curled into a cocky smirk. “Do you know what you want to eat, baby?” he asked, his voice filled with confidence and charm.

I picked up the fancy leather menu in a vise grip as my head lowered between my shoulder blades. This man had now slid two fingers into my core.All I wanted to do was ride his fingers to ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, I do,” I stuttered.

“I’ll have the...eggplant...lasagna,” I purred, meeting the server’s gaze.

Her brows bunched together like she was frustrated she had to take my order. “Got it.”

She put on that thousand-watt smile for my man. “And for you Mr. Toscano?”

“Tori, eggplant lasagna?” His fingers moved back over my clit.

“Ritchie,” I moaned, pleading with my eyes for him just to order so I could come.

He glanced at the server and rattled off extra items. His fingers circled my clit faster.

My orgasm swept through my body, making my toes curl. “Oh, God,” I muttered as I rode out my orgasm. It was the naughtiest thing I’d ever done.

My boyfriend had made me orgasm right there in the busy restaurant while he nonchalantly ordered our meals. I quickly glanced around the room, noticing a few curious onlookers whispering to each other. The pianist continued to play his soothing melody. Susie, who had been chatting with my boyfriend, turned to look at me with a surprised gaze as she realized what he had been doing the whole time. You’d think finding out he was pleasuring me under our table while ordering dinner would have turned her off, but apparently not.

Nope. Not a chance. Her hungry, greedy eyes held his again as her tongue slicked over her lips. She wanted to fuck my man.

Ritchie kept his hand in my panties.

“All right, big guy, you’ve ordered enough,” I said. “We aren’t taking all that food back to our suite.”

My hand caressed his arm.

“That will be all Cindy,” I said.

Her smile withered. “It’s Susie.”

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is. You don’t think I see you eye fucking my man. He’s not interested in you. If you give him your number, I’ll dispose of it. Now fuck off,” I snapped.

Ritchie didn’t say a word. The biggest grin curled his lips. “I’d advise you not to tamper with her food. Or it won’t end well for you,” he warned.

He removed his hand from my panties at that moment and licked them clean in her face. Susie’s mouth dropped open. I swear she came from just watching him suck my juices clean off his fingers.

It was a beautiful sight.

She visibly swallowed. “That was so hot,” she purred.

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