Page 89 of The Mistakes I've Made
That’s my little daredevil.
Her breath caught as my fingers found the tiny scrap of fabric between her thighs and moved it aside.
“You’re so wet, Pookie Bear.” I grinned.
“You’re going to get us kicked out of this restaurant, honey,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
“No,” I answered as my index finger began slowly circling her clit. “This is easy.”
“Easy?” The single word came out more like a puff of air as her whole body reacted to my touch.
“Sure,” I said. “We just need to keep talking. People won’t notice if we keep talking. It’s when we stop that we stick out.”
“So, you expect me to carry on a conversation, too?”
I slipped two digits deep inside her.
“Oh, holy shit,” she hissed under her breath.
“I think I can carry most of the conversation,” I said, slightly leaning forward on my elbow to provide a little cover. “Besides, I don’t plan on this taking long. I do know how to get you off.”
To prove my point, I pumped my fingers in and out, rubbing my thumb over her clit. I could feel her thighs closing in, clamping around my arm, her core tightening.
“Did someone order a pinot grigio?”
“Yes!” Lani cried out, her hand slamming against the table as her body exploded around me. She swiftly recovered, noticing the man standing next to us. “Yes, I did order a pinot grigio. Thank you so much!”
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing as the bartender delivered the wine and scotch to our table, my fingers still rubbing her as the shock waves rolled through her body.
“Oh my God, that guy probably thinks I’m nuts.” She laughed, her face flushed from her climax.
“Or just the most enthusiastic wine drinker on the planet.”
Our eyes met, and I couldn’t help the desire I had for her in that moment. It was overwhelming.
It always was.
“Room service?” we both said in unison.
“I’ll flag down the waiter,” I said.
“I’ll run to the restroom and freshen up.”
Shaking my head, I placed a smoldering kiss on her lips. “Don’t you dare. I want you exactly like this when we get upstairs. Wet, dirty, and—”
Her hand shot up in the air, grabbing the attention of the waiter herself.
Within three minutes, we were walking toward the elevator, practically devouring each other in the process.
“You know,” she said, whispering in my ear, “I bet there are a few things we could do in an elevator, too.”
Fuck. Me.
I’d never been so eager for the sound of an elevator to arrive.
Until it did.
The moment the doors opened, I knew something was wrong. Lani’s body tensed, like she was frozen in place with fear. Looking up, I saw a man staring at us from inside the elevator.
