Page 16 of Reignite

Didn’t that sound like a barrel of horny monkeys.

Our booth was next to a group of businessmen and I wondered if I could slip some of them the brochure. They looked like they could use some kinky sexy times to loosen up those business suits and ties.

We sat, and Gray ordered a bottle of wine right away. His hand slipped under the table and up my thigh, obviously intending to make good on his promise to the hostess and continue what he’d started earlier.

I glanced around at the patrons and wait staff to see if anyone noticed my hot lover had his hand between my thighs.

“You look a lot more relaxed now, love. I told you a day off was a good idea.”

I was about to tell him he was right when he swiped his thumb over my clit. My words came out as a squeak instead.

“Mmm. How long have you been wet for me, Angel?”

I cleared my throat. “Since you started this at coffee.”

“You should have told me. I could have found a supply closet or an empty office and eaten this pretty pussy of yours until you came.”

“Squeak.” Dammit, how was I supposed to get a word out when he was scissoring two fingers inside of me.

“You seem hot. Some ice might help. He pulled his fingers from me and grabbed an ice cube from the water glass on the table. Then he slid it between my thighs and touched it to my pussy lips.

I grabbed his arm and bit my lip to keep from crying out. “Gray, you are not making me come in this restaurant.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” He swirled the ice cube across my skin then into my folds.

I whimpered and tightened my grip on his arm. “This is exactly why we need the club to open. What if someone sees?”

I was burning up, on fire. The ice melted leaving only Gray’s fingers. He circled my clit once, twice, three times before he answered.

“They might like it.”

I was getting close to coming and I wasn’t normally a quiet girl. “We’ll get kicked out.”

My protests were more about distracting myself than wanting Gray to stop the party in my pants. That bite of secret exhibitionism revved my motor as much as his.

Gray was careful about who and when and where people got to see me come, so this play now surprised me. But in a good way. He was relaxing his own guard again.

Those dangerous fingers of his swirled around and around my clit, then over it, up and down. “Then I’ll take you out to the car and—”

“Are you folks ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?” The waiter stood in front of our table, and I’m sure he glanced down to where Gray’s arm rested because his eyes went wide and instantly dark.

Gray chuckled. “The lady needs a few more minutes.”

“Yes, sir.” He turned and adjusted his pants as he walked away.

I gasped and bit back a moan. “You are naughty, Grayson.”

“I’m way past naughty. Now spread your legs so I can find your g-spot.”

Oh no.

I jammed my thighs together because there was something about the way Gray played with my g-spot that made me scream.

Loud.

He laughed and pushed two fingers inside of me anyway, crooking them, dancing across the most sensitive part of me. “This is only the beginning of what I have planned for you tonight.”

I shook my head, not daring to open my mouth. Much more of this and I was going to explode.

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