Page 117 of The Love Syllabus

My face warms. “You can’t wait one more day?”

He leans in, his voice a husky whisper. “Fuck, no. I need you…sooner…as in tonight.The kids are staying in Mom’s villa.”

I gasp. “Vic! This is afamilyvacation.”

He grins, his voice dropping even lower. “And I’m trying to expandourfamily.”

His words feel like a promise that hasn’t quite registered before he slowly slides his hand back under the table.

He doesn’t rush.

It just rests there at first, just warm his warm skin against mine until his thumb grazing slow, lazy strokes as if we’re not sitting in a crowded restaurant. As if I’m not trying to remember how to breathe.

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to keep my expression composed, but my thighs clench involuntarily, already betraying me.

Vic leans in slightly, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “What’s wrong, Kerry?” He whispers

I swallow, hard. “Nothing.”

He smiles like he knows I’m lying. His fingers begin to move, working their way up my thigh, inch by inch. I shift in my seat, but there’s nowhere to go. He has me exactly where he wants me.

His fingers skim the edge of my panties. My breath hitches again.

“Nothing?” He repeats, dipping his head slightly like he’s studying my reaction. His touch lingers there, just long enough to drive me insane, then slips beneath my dress.

My body tenses. The moment his fingers find me, slick and desperate, I forget everything else.

“Oh…”

Vic groans low in his throat. “This doesn’t feel like nothing, Damn, Kerry. You’re soaking wet.”

He strokes me slowly, just one finger at first, dragging up through the center of me, grazing my clit with a teasing lightness that makes my knees threaten to give out, even sitting down.

I grip the edge of the table, the stem of my wine glass trembling in my hand.

“You—” I try, but the words slip away when he circles my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, coaxing my body toward something I can’t stop.

“Needme, don’t you?” He smiles as devilishly as he can. “I’ll give you what you need. But in return...”

His middle finger slides inside me, slow and deep. I gasp, clenching around him, biting my lip to keep from making a sound.

“You gotta help this poor,hurtingman feel better tonight.”

His thumb resumes its lazy circles over my clit, his finger curling just enough to hitthat spot, and everything inside me coils tight.

“Vic—”

“Shh,” he whispers. “You’re doing so good. No one needs to hear but us. No one needs to know I’m playing with my dessert.”

I’m trembling now, thighs clenched, breath ragged. My orgasm builds fast and fierce, held back only by sheer willpower and his maddening, deliberate pace.

And then he leans in close, his mouth brushing my ear as he presses just a bit harder, circles just a little faster.

“You gonna come for me right here?”

I nod. “Umm, hmm.”

“Come on, Kerry. Give it to me.”

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