Page 27 of The Silver Fox Daddy

I take a sharp inhale before darting my eyes around to see if anyone noticed. Letting my eyes briefly rest on Monica, I can tell by the small smile on her face that she did.

“Did you have a good time, Monica?” her mother asks.

“It was like being at work. But it was different than the office, which was nice,” Monica replies, giving my cock a squeeze.

I let out a choked sound that, this time, I know everyone heard.

“Are you alright, Jared?” my mom asks, and I can hear a snicker from Monica.

“Yes, I’m alright,” I mumble, reaching for my glass and pretending I was choking on my food.

I don’t know if I can handle this entire dinner if Monica continues to tease me. I could stop her, but part of me likes knowing that she wants me, even now that we’re with our families.

Instead of telling her to cut it out, I’ll have to beat her at her own game.

We are fully pushed in under the table, obscuring the view of what’s going on underneath. With only Monica’s mother on the other side of me, who seems to not be paying us any mind, I know that I’ll have a good time provoking her back.

Slowly, so no one notices my movement, I reach my hand under the table to rest it on her leg. Today, she’s in a long, cream colored, flowy dress. While it isn’t ideal for what I want to do, I have no shame as I slowly hike the dress up her legs with my one hand until I’m able to get to her panties.

Or at least what I assumed would be panties. But once I get my hand under her dress, I realize that she’s completely bare under it.

I had thought that me swiping my fingers softly through her slit would have her just as worried as I am about getting caught. But one look at her tells me she’s enjoying it.

Is this what she likes? The thrill of being touched where we could be caught? I’ll have to keep that in mind.

“Well, I hope it wasn’t too boring for you. Maybe next time, we can stay longer, so you can do something other than work,” I suggest, feeling a lot more confident now that I’m in control again.

Monica’s hand has abandoned me as she focuses on her own pleasure and not getting caught. While I miss bantering with her, I enjoy playing with her in this way just as much, if not more.

“That would be nice,” she manages to say, her voice not sounding nearly as confident as it did before.

“I’m so glad to see that things are working out between you two. I was worried there for a second,” Beth says with a chuckle.

At her words, I let my middle finger sink into Monica’s wet core. While I’m enjoying this, it’s not nearly enough. I can hardly wait for my next chance to get her alone, but this will have to do for now.

“You couldn’t have been that concerned,” I say, earning a boisterous laugh from the table.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t killed each other,” Maria says with a smirk, earning agreements from everyone.

“We haven’t. Yet,” Monica says defensively.

“What changed?” Tyler asks, the question causing my hand to still for a moment before continuing my ministrations.

“Work professionalism,” I explain nonchalantly, as if that’s the only thing allowing us to get along so well.

“Well, I love to see it,” my own mother says with a smile as she begins standing up from the table. “Who wants dessert? We have apple pie.”

Everyone lets out sounds of approval at the prospect of dessert, especially the kids who seem more than excited to partake in the pie from their spot at the children’s table.

“I, for one, would love desert,” I say to the table.

But as everyone peters off into side conversations while my mom goes to fetch the pie, I remove my hand from between Monica’s legs, earning a quiet groan of protest from her.

Taking a quick look around to make sure no one is paying too much attention to me, I quickly stick my middle finger up to my lips before darting my tongue out for a taste.

Monica watches the motion, her mouth parted.

“Delicious,” I whisper, a smirk plastered on my face.

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