Page 17 of Her Marine
“You should eat your dessert, Tigress,” he stated, adding slightly more pressure as he brushed over her clit.
Killian saw her shift from his peripheral, and her legs spread slightly for him. She wanted more than what he was giving her. However, he had no intentions of giving in to what she wanted.
He kept his touch light the entire time they ate their dessert and through him paying the bill, which at one point she tried to protest against, but Killian had added more pressure as he circled her clit with his finger.
Removing his hand from between her legs, he took her hand and led her out of the restaurant. When they made it to her car, Killian pushed her against it, her back to his chest as he slid his hand under her dress. This time moving her panties aside and slipping a finger inside of her as he circled her clit with his thumb.
“You’re soaking wet, Tigress, and I was barely touching you.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Was it me touching you that got you this wet?” he inquired. “Or the fact that we were in public and could have gotten caught?” he added, increasing his movements.
Journee didn’t answer him. She moaned out and began to move against him. Killian’s other hand came up, and he tipped her head back.
“I want you to think about how everyone there could have seen us, could have seen me teasing this wet little pussy. I want you to think about how well you’re going to cover my dick in your cum. I want you to think about this moment,” Killian spoke, removing his hand from underneath her dress. “While you’re making yourself cum tonight.”
Journee whipped around to look at him, and he took a step back. “Killian, you aren’t seri—”
“I’m working for it, remember?” He smirked before sliding his fingers into his mouth, eyes locked with her as he sucked them. “Get home safe, Journee,” he stated after slowly sliding them from his mouth.
Killian watched as she got into her car and waited for her to back out before going and getting in his. He’d been teasing her, but he’d made himself hard. His working for it was going to cause hell for both of them.
5
Journee looked over the contract she’d just finished tailoring for Alijah. The other woman had gotten back to her with her budget, which Journee was sure was a number Alijah had given herself, that Kieran in no way would make her stick to. She wanted to ensure that everything was correct including the contract verbiage.
Once she was sure it was, she emailed it to Alijah for her to look at. When she heard back that everything was to her liking, the two of them could sign it, and Alijah could place her deposit. Journee typically received half of her fee up front and the other half when the job was done, as stated in her contract. It was easier on her and her client, and it was a way that made them both feel comfortable.
She’d just sat back in her chair when Abbie, her part-time receptionist, called into her office.
“Hey, Journee. There’s a man here to see you.” Abbie then lowered her voice to a whisper. “And he is fine.”
Journee furrowed her brow. She didn’t have any appointments for the afternoon, and she’d been planning on going to a few businesses in town and leaving her card, brochure, and little goody baskets. That didn’t mean that it couldn’t have been a walk-in.
“You can send him in,” Journee responded.
A few seconds later, her office door opened, and Killian walked in. Journee couldn’t help but take him in from head to toe. He wore a white button-up with the top three buttons undone. A pair of light-colored slacks and sunglasses covered those intense eyes she had no doubt were looking her over. Abbie had been right, but Journee had yet to see Killian look as if he hadn’t stepped out of a modeling magazine.
She shifted in her seat, thinking about two nights ago when he’d teased her at the restaurant, when he’d gotten her all riled up, only to leave her that way.
Journee could admit that she’d gone home, pulled out her favorite vibrator, and made herself cum so many times thinking about him that she’d lost count, and even then, that hadn’t been enough to get rid of the itch she had. Just enough to take the edge off.
He hadn’t helped matters last night when he’d called her, and they’d spoken for a couple of hours. He’d say something she didn’t understand in Russian, Italian, or Portuguese, in that deep baritone, and refuse to translate. Even when Journee knew it probably wasn’t anything salacious, her mind still went there.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Journee questioned as he removed his sunglasses.
“I thought I could have you for lunch if you weren’t busy.” Killian smirked. “I mean, take you to lunch.”
Journee laughed lightly. “I suppose I can let you have me for lunch.” She watched as Killian quirked a brow, and those intense eyes looked her over. “I meant take,” she then amended the same way he had. She grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer and stood from her seat. “Do you want to go now?”
Killian nodded and gestured for her to lead the way. Journee did, throwing a little extra something into her step for his benefit because she knew he’d be looking, and while she’d told him she was going to make him work for it, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tempt him. Especially after the way he’d teased her.
She told Abbie that she would be back in about an hour and a half as they walked out of the front door.
“My car or yours?” Journee asked, and Killian placed his hand on the small of her back, steering her towards his. He opened the passenger door for her, and she slid in.
Once he was inside, he pulled out onto the street, and Journee figured he already had a place in mind for them to go. They’d been driving for a couple of minutes when he placed his hand on her thigh. Looking down, Journee studied his fingers. Those same fingers she’d admired while they were bowling. The same fingers that had teased her at dinner.
They didn’t go too far from her office. Pulling into the parking lot of a little bistro she hadn’t been to in a while. When he parked, Killian removed his hand from her thigh as he got out, and Journee opened her door. By the time she’d placed one foot outside the car, Killian had come around to her side. He held his hand out to her, and Journee took it.
“Do you want to eat on the patio or inside?” Killian asked.
