Page 43 of 7+Us Makes Nine

I escorted her out to my car and helped her in. I had great plans for us, and I hoped she would like them. I drove us across down, my hand sliding over her knee. I felt her warmth permeating through the fabric of the dress and it made me want to slide my hand up further. Her delicate touch came down upon mine and her fingers wrapped around the edges of my hand.

She looked over at me with those dazzling eyes of hers and I felt my breath escape my body.

“I hope you like French cuisine,” I said as I pulled into the parking lot. “Otherwise, there’s a McDonald’s two miles up the road.”

“Hmmm, cheeseburgers,” she said with a grin.

I laughed as I helped her out of the car.

The restaurant was beautiful. Low lighting and private tables in corners made for an especially intimate environment. Tablecloths that slid all the way to the floor made it a playground for those that enjoyed the feel of their partner’s toes against their skin. I pulled out her chair and she sat down, then I made my way to my seat and sat in front of her. The way the candlelight played off her features made her soft features sharper.

My cock jumped at the sight.

“This is a nice place,” Catherine said. “And they have a great selection of food for me.”

“It’s the reason why I brought us here. You’re always so gracious about cooking my children and I meat at the expense of your own eating habits. So, tonight? I’m eating with you.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jace. I don’t ‘not eat meat’ on principal. I do it because I don’t like the texture. It’s weird to me.”

“Still. I want to. So, which dish do you recommend?” I asked.

The two of us placed our orders and I couldn’t wait for them to come. I’d never eaten a fully vegetarian dinner before unless it was solely on accident. I had plenty of temporary diets like that for movie rolls and such, but these no-meat dishes still seemed decadent and packed with calories.

“I meant what I said. That suit looks amazing on you.”

“I dusted it off for a special occasion,” I said with a grin.

“Well I’m glad you’re getting a chance to wear it. I like how the pants make your legs look.”

“Just my legs?”

Then, I felt it.

Her bare toe crawling up the inside of my leg.

“Mhm,” she said. “I like your calves.”

She slid her toe into the crook of my knee before smoothing it along my thigh.

“And your thighs,” she said.

I cleared my throat and situated myself as I felt my dick rise to the occasion.

“Your pants seem completely tailored to you,” Catherine said.

I wiggled, drawing myself a little lower into the chair. She was almost there. Her toes were almost to my cock. I begged for the touch. I scooted myself closer to her heat. She inched her way up, forcing me to clench my jaw so it wouldn’t tremble. I hadn’t felt her body against mine in over two weeks. And having her beautiful foot inch up my body was all too much for me.

She was mere millimeters away from my cock before the waitress came with our drinks.

Then she dropped her foot like she hadn’t been doing anything at all.

She smiled at me as she sipped her glass of wine. But I had to reach into my pants underneath the table and situate myself before I could sit up. Oh, she was good. But two could play at that game. I wouldn’t tease her at dinner, though. I wanted to talk with her too much.

But the hotel room I had reserved for the night?

She was in for it.

Especially with the toy I had settled against my leg.

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