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Every movement is heaven. She’s sleek and smooth, each rotation of her hips a stronger sensation than before. Her pussyis hot, and her juices cover my groin. I get a glimpse of her tits bouncing, and that does it.
“I’m coming,” she says, just as the first wave of cum shoots inside her.
“Fuck!”
Her cries pierce the air as I pick up the pace. She hungrily accepts my release as the sounds of our bodies enjoying each other ring through the room. I empty myself fully inside her—deeply inside her—not stopping until I’m sure she’s absolutely spent.
She gasps a breath, sagging against me, and I reach up and guide her back onto my chest.
Our pants sync. We look at each other at the same time and laugh.
“Did you say we had dinner reservations?” she asks, still catching her breath.
“Yes. In about two hours.”
“Want to take a bath with me?”
I’ll do anything with you. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll show her how precious she really is to me. How she was meant to be mine all along.
I pull her into my side and press a kiss to her forehead. Then I release her. “That sounds like a plan to me.”
Chapter 21
Chloe
“Would you like more wine, ma’am?”
I shake my head, offering the server a smile. “No, thank you. I’ve had enough.”
“Very well,” he says, turning to Jason. “What about you, sir?”
“I’m good. Thank you.”
The server nods and disappears into the rest of the dining area.
Ciro’s is unlike any place I’ve ever eaten. It’s sophisticated and moody, with shadowy corners and low lighting. I fully expect that celebrities and dignitaries are tucked into the booths lining the walls and sitting at the tables surrounding ours. It’sthatkind of a place—opulent—that makes me wish I knew the difference in all the forks.
If Jason notices my inability to choose the right eating utensil for each course, he doesn’t mention it. His smile hasn’t left his face since we climbed off the bed a couple of hours ago.
“So what did you think of your meal?” he asks, sitting back in his chair and lacing his fingers against his stomach.
He’s regal and debonaire in his suit, easily the most handsome man in the room. Every female in the building, and some males, took notice as soon as we entered. I doubt it takesthree people to service one table, but that’s been our experience this evening.
“This was incredible, actually,” I say, surveying the remnants of my dinner left on my plate. “I’ve never had Wagyu beef before, but I’m a convert. Total fan.”
This pleases him.
“How was yours?” I ask.
“I preferred my appetizer over my main course. Now I’m looking forward to dessert.”
The heat in his eyes makes it clear what’s for dessert.Me.
“I believe you had two appetizers before we got here,” I say, grinning. “Aren’t you full yet?”
He smirks. “I have a feeling I’ll never be full of today’s particular menu.”
My cheeks flush, and I reach for my wine.
