Page 15 of The Layover

This was most certainly not a good place to fulfill promises of orgasms. There were people everywhere. Because we were in one of those U-shaped benches, that curved to fit the corner and only had one bench, anyone walking toward us had a straight view under the table,

But Tony’s suggestion mingled with memories of Nick’s words from last night, and desire throbbed between my legs in response.

Add to that the thrill of someone catching us…

I was far more turned on than I thought I should be, and when Tony rested his hand on my upper thigh, my pulse kicked up in response.

“What do you think?” he made a simple question sound like the most seductive proposition ever.

“I think I want to see what we can get up to without getting caught,” I said.

He slipped his hand under the slit of my wrap-around skirt, and teased his fingers along bare skin. With the length and flow of the fabric I could stay covered, but if someone looked close enough, they’d figure out where his hand was.

No one was paying attention to us, but my heart slammed against my ribs and my legs parted with the anticipation of what came next.

He skillfully tugged half my skirt more and more toward him, without disturbing the other half. Was that a marketable skill? It should be. When he teased his fingers along the crotch of my panties, a gasp escaped my throat. He repeated the gesture, nothing moving but his fingers, with a feather-light glide over fabric.

His barely-there touch was a gentle build to an intensity that had me biting the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning loudly. My nipples dug divots into the padding in my bra, and I had to have soaked through the same spot in my panties that he was focused on.

Nick moved a hand to my thigh, and the added touch cranked my desire up another notch.

Tony pressed in, and I widened my legs to give him more room to maneuver. I wasn’t flashing the room yet, but if he kept this up, I’d be tempted.

He stroked harder. Faster. I couldn’t come this way. It was too public. Someone was going to see.

But this was so wicked, and it felt so good.

He hit just the right spot, and I grabbed his arm. “Right there,” I forced the quiet words through clenched teeth.

His chuckle was tight. “You like that?” he asked quietly.

“God, yes.”

He did exactly as I asked, fingering me until I couldn’t hold back the whimpers. Until the people in the room were a blur that didn’t matter.

When I came, the orgasm consumed me from nowhere, hitting hard and stealing my reason. I dug my fingers into his arm. My cheek was tender from where I bit, and I could taste copper.

When he finally eased up, I was panting to catch my breath. Holy shit, wow.

As the world swam back into view, my fingers started to ache. I was holding Tony’s wrist far tighter than I thought, so I released him with an apologetic laugh. “Sorry.”

“Not something you ever have to apologize for.” He hovered his mouth near my ear, his breath hot on my skin.

Ever. Implying we’d do something similar again. I couldn’t see it after today, but the idea was a nice fantasy anyway. Today, though… I wanted to find a place where we could get up to more than just foreplay. The cafe might frown on me straddling one of my dining companions when I sucked the other one off.

“Excuse me.” A timid sound drew my attention, and I looked up to see a young man standing at the edge of our table, staring at his feet, his face bright red. “We need to ask you to leave.”

“Any particular reason?” Nick asked.

Would I be as embarrassed as the employee if he said because finger fucking in our booths is against the rules?

“You’re causing a disruption.” His voice cracked.

I nudged Nick and Tony. “We should go.” Because I was about to collapse in a ball of laugher tinged with what the fuck did we just do?

Nick slid out of the way. “Agreed.”

“You have great muffins.” Tony growled seductively at the employee as we brushed past.

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