Page 116 of Burn for You

“I didn’t.” I slide into the booth next to her.

“Then why was this table reserved for me?”

I pull her legs over my lap under the table. “Because this is our table, or did you forget?” I slide my palm along the outside of her thigh.

She takes a second to think, but then a blush blooms on her face. “This is the table where we…”

“Uh-huh.” She wriggles her body closer to me. “This is our table. I don’t want anyone else sitting here, so it will be reserved for you every single night of the week.” Her eyes widen and her mouth opens the tiniest bit. “Don’t tempt me to smear that lipstick all across your face.”

She closes her mouth, and it pulls into a smirk. “You can if you want to.”

“I seem to recall you once upon a time saying that you never wanted people to think you were doing something raunchy with me of all people.”

She grabs my wrist, moving my hand under her skirt. “I changed my mind.”

My fingers connect with the lace of her panties. “Whitley,” I grind out.

She rolls her hips forward. “Yes?”

I close my eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t you mean what arewedoing?”

I open my eyes just in time to see hers flutter closed as I run my finger along the length of her pussy. “I want to do more than just tease you right now.”

“Then do it,” she breathes.

I can’t help myself, not as my finger slips under the edge of her panties, not as I feel how wet she is, not when she lets out a shuddering breath.

“Rafael,” she breathes.

I shake my head ever so slightly. “I am so obsessed with you.”

Her eyes meet mine, and I want to kiss her so damn badly, but I don’t want to ruin her makeup. So instead I push a finger inside of her.

She gasps quietly, doing her best to be discreet, but the way her eyes are hooded over give her away.

“Is this what you like Whitley? Having to keep those pretty moans of yours in while you get finger fucked in front of a restaurant full of people?”

She leans her head back against the seat, screwing her eyes shut as I curl my finger, hitting the spot that I know usually makes her scream.

She whimpers as I pump my finger in and out of her, adding another one as she begins riding my hand.

“Rafael.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Oh, I’m so close.” She puts her head on my shoulder, keeping her face hidden from view as she bites down on my shoulder, moaning into my skin.

Her hips move frantically beneath the table, and I keep my pace as I feel her inner walls clench around my fingers. She moans behind closed lips.

“That’s it, beautiful.”

Her hand flies up to grip my bicep hard as her hips jerk, her orgasm slamming into her, leaving my fingers drenched.

She leaves her head on my shoulder, panting as she comes down from the high. I slide my fingers out of her and bring them up to my mouth. May’s hazy eyes lock with mine as I suck her arousal off my fingers. The taste of her makes my dick harder than it already was, making my pants tight.

Without taking my eyes off my girl, I grab a napkin from the center of the table and dry my fingers.

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