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I let out a strangled moan as the pressure hit.
“There,” he said darkly, eyes glittering. “Now they’ll stay put until I decide otherwise.”
My whole body trembled. “O-kay.”
“Feel that?” he whispered, lips brushing mine. “That’s what happens when you come to dinner with me after doing something so bad. I’m going to sit you next to me like the proper gentleman I’m pretending to be, and the whole time, you’re going to be wet and flushed and shifting in your seat. And you’re not going to make a sound.”
“Cal—”
“No.” His hand withdrew from under my skirt and he reached up to button my blazer. “You’re going to sit there andtake it. Because you know what happens when you don’t?”
I whimpered.
He leaned in, arms bracing on either side of my head, voice dark and delicious. He towered over me, and a lock of his hair fell over his forehead. God, he looked devastatingly hot like this. “I’ll take you back to the hotel, bend you over my knee, and make you count every fucking stroke. The rest of the hotel will wonder what the hell I’m doing to you.”
“Oh my God.” That shouldn't have been so hot, but fuck, it was. It really,reallywas. I thought about Barcelona again, when he chased me through the paddock and I asked him to punish me.
"Stop talking and fuckinglisten, Aurélie. I served my punishment. Now it's your turn. Your little stunt was cute. Hot as hell, actually. But you fuckingkilledme. And for the last day, I thought you were walking away for good. You cried leaving my flat. What, you thought because we had a hard week that we weredone? Not a fucking chance, love. So now you're going to dinner like this until you learn your fucking lesson. You aremine.I amyours.There are no ifs, ands, or buts. And I will keep punishing you until we've written that into the stars. Do you understand?"
My lower lip wobbled, but I nodded slowly. I was certain my panties, mascara, and lipstick were all ruined.
“That's my girl. You're going to eat and enjoy the company of your boys, and pretend you’re not dripping down your thighs,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “And when I’m ready, I’ll decide if you’ve earned the right to come.” He popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked.
Holy fucking Christ.
"Now go fix your lipstick, love. And when you come back," his gaze dropped to my thighs, all possessive and dark, "I'm checking your panties." He leaned in one last time, breath hot against my ear. "And if you've moved them, I'll spank you raw for it, you little brat."
Then he stepped back like nothing happened—as if he hadn't just edged me into oblivion in a hallway in the fuckingpaddock—and held his arm out as if to say,Ladies first.
I could barely move without feeling the heavy balls shift inside me, pressing deeper with every step. They weren’t calledorgasm ballsfor nothing. Each tiny sway of my hips made them roll, a slow, delicious torment against my walls, paired with the panties pulled snug and merciless against my swollen clit.
Every nerve ending was alive.
How the fuck was I supposed to sit across from Marco and Kimi, with Callum watching like he owned my every breath?
Dinner was going to kill me. Or I was going to kill him. I wasn't sure what would happen first.
We went for sushi.
Low lighting, upscale, tucked off the beaten path in a quiet corner of Spielberg. Marco said it was “for the vibe,” but I knew better. It was for the privacy. He and Kimi had booked the reservation before we even landed and left us the center seats on purpose in this round corner booth. And for that, I might hug them later.
Right now, I was too busy wrecking the woman currently trying not to whimper into her wine.
The restaurant was all velvet hush and golden candlelight. Soft jazz buzzed under the low hum of voices and the clink of ceramic. Outside, traffic was a distant hum. Inside, it felt like sin could go unnoticed—no, it feltwelcomed.
She sat beside me doing such a good job at pretending she wasn’t absolutely unraveling. Her back was straight, chin held high, thighs clamped tight together. But I saw the tension in herneck, the flutter of her pulse, the slight drag of her breath every time I moved my fingers. So discreetly,sofucking slowly. Just enough movement to drive her mad.
She played her part flawlessly, letting the boys run their mouths and tossing out sharp quips with that polished edge. I had her panties pulled tight, wedged between her swollen, soaked lips as punishment for running from me again.
And I was having the time of my fucking life.
God, I’d missed this,her, the way she fell apart from nothing but pressure and a whispered threat. She’d been flushed when we stepped out of the car, practically radiating heat after I did nothing but hold her hand. The moment we sat down at the table, though? I hadn’t let up, not once.
Kimi and Marco sat across from us, either oblivious or choosing to be. But I knew Aurélie. She was glassy-eyed and struggling to breathe, her thighs slick with need.
I wasn’t going to let her come. Not yet.
“Is it hot in here?” she asked suddenly, shifting in her seat. I pressed harder against the lace, right over her clit. She fanned herself just as sweat beaded at her temples. I wanted to lick it off while I fucked her senseless.
