Page 65 of Square Deal

She looked around at all her friends, and then hissed through gritted teeth, “Are you out of your mind?”

“Quite possibly, yes.” I slid my hand further up her thigh. “Take them off, or I will.”

Hannah swallowed nervously. The wheels were spinning in her mind.

It turned her on. She wanted to. She was going to.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here,” she said from behind her napkin as she dabbed her lips.

“That makes two of us.” I squeezed her thigh, reminding her that I had given her an order.

Her brown eyes darted left and right, but no one was looking.

“Tick-tock, Princess,” I mumbled.

Hannah hid her hands under the hem of the tablecloth. Her ass left the seat just long enough for her to shimmy her lace thong down to her knees. To anyone else, it just looked like she scooted forward in her chair.

Her fingers brushed against mine as she shoved her thong into my waiting hand.

And then she downed her entire glass of wine.

“Happy?” she muttered while grabbing the bottle from the middle of the table and pouring herself more.

I dragged my thumb across the silky gusset, feeling the evidence of her arousal. “Ecstatic.” I smirked, pocketing her thong for later.

“So, Isaac,” Maddie smiled from across the table. “How long are you in town?”

“I’ll be heading back to New York tomorrow,” I said, sliding my hand up Hannah’s leg under the table. “There are some things I need to take care of in the city.”

Hannah hid her smile behind her glass of wine.

Luca nodded in solidarity. “I’ll be there for a few days next week.”

“Meeting with your investors?” I asked, bending my wrist and sliding my middle finger through her wet pussy. If Hannah wasn’t careful, there’d be a damp spot on her dress.

Luca laughed. “You’d know if you ever showed up to one.”

I flicked Hannah’s clit. The death grip she had on her fork and knife made her knuckles turn white. “As long as I keep getting good returns, I’ll keep sending a proxy.”

“Hannah, are you okay?” Erica, Steve’s fiancé, asked.

I slid a finger inside her pussy and stroked her walls.

She clamped her mouth shut and pretended to chew a bite. “Mhmm.”

I added another finger and flicked her clit with my thumb.

Erica frowned. “You sure? Your face looks really red.”

I looked down at Hannah with a nefarious grin. “You need to get some air?” With my free hand, I grabbed my napkin and wiped my mouth. “I’ll step outside with you, Hell Yes Ma’am.”

The walls of her pussy clenched around my fingers. Hannah subtly rocked her hips into the seat, desperate for more.

“Be nice, Isaac,” Maddie chided.

I stroked Hannah’s G-spot. “I’m always nice.” Right when she was on the edge, I pulled my fingers away and discreetly cleaned them off with my napkin.

Hannah looked like she was about to explode.

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