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Fuck.My cock throbbed in my pants as I realized what she was plotting. My proper little princess was playing footsie under the table.
“You’d love it.” My voice dropped low, and I gripped the menu just a bit tighter, gold rings glinting beneath the private dim lighting.
“Mmm.” She nodded, and her foot traveled higher, the pointed toe of her Louboutin tracing up my knee. “I trust your judgement, then.”
The innocent act was fucking devastating. She looked beautiful and composed while she was driving me insane under the table. I gritted my teeth, shifting in the plush seat.
“Estelle,” I warned, but she just smiled a sweet, guileless smile.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, tilting her head. “You seem a little tense.”
Her foot pressed higher, dangerously close to where my cock was straining against my pants. I swallowed, a groan, my knuckles white on the menu as I fought for control.
“Not at all,” I managed. “Just thinking about dessert.”
“Oh,” She hummed, and her sole found its target, pressing againstmy hard length through the fabric. “I’m growing quite fond of sweet things.”
My breath hissed out between my teeth. The little minx was getting her revenge for that other women scare and public claiming, and she was enjoying every second of it.
The waiter approached with an eager smile. “Good evening, I’m Liam, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you with?—”
Estelle's foot moved, stroking up and down my cock with deliberate pressure, and I nearly choked on my water. The waiter paused, but a sharp look from me had him continuing his spiel.
I shot Estelle a warning look, but she just smiled and turned to the waiter.
“Can we start with the crab cakes?” She asked, her voice composed while she continued torturing me with those red-bottomed heels. “And I think the lobster for me.”
“Excellent choice, Miss. And for you, Sir?”
I couldn’t think straight with her foot working against me, the pressure building with each stroke. “The…fuck—The Steak. Rare.”
The waiter looked nervous and blinked.
“Steak,” I repeated through gritted teeth as Estelle’s toes found a particularly sensitive spot. “Ribeye. Rare.”
He nodded quickly. “Of course, any additional accompaniments?”
Estelle leaned forward slightly, glancing at me since she probably didn’t know how to answer this question.
The kid’s eyes dropped to the sweetheart neckline above her breasts, and I dropped the menu, opening my mouth—but Estelle’s foot pressed harder, and I had to grip the table to keep from groaning out loud.
He rattled off some things I didn’t give a fuck about, and when he finally left, I pinned Estelle with a look promising the darkest of retributions.
She merely shrugged, lightening the pressure of her heel still stroking my aching cock as she took a bite of the fresh-baked bread they’d brought out.
“You’re going to regret this,” I warned, my eyes blazing and voice rough with need.
She laughed, actuallylaughed, and the sound went straight to my balls. “You’re the one who kissed me in front of half the city.”
“That was a promise.”
Her smile turned wicked. “And this is payback.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Estelle
The moment Jax’s front doors swung open, he spun me around and pinned me against them like prey. His hands framed my face, thumbs digging into my cheekbones as his mouth crashed onto mine.
