Page 50 of Surprise Quadruplets for the Mob

“Good.” I press my lips to his. “I’m counting on it.”

He chuckles, kissing me back. “Are you ready to go? Dimitri is going to drive us and I’ve arranged for us to have a nice, quiet corner of the restaurant so we don’t have to worry about any distractions or interruptions.”

I know what he actually means—that we won’t have to worry about any danger—but I’m pushing those thoughts aside tonight. It’s been so long since we’ve had an actual date night outside these four walls that I might get violent myself if anyone tries to get in our way.

“That sounds perfect.” I take his hand and we head for the door.

Once we get to the restaurant, Maks and I are seated in a quiet corner and the waiter brings us a bottle of wine.

“Everything looks delicious,” I say, scanning the menu.

“So do you.” Maks’s gaze sweeps over me appreciatively. “That dress is doing all kinds of things to me.”

I grin, loving the attention. “Good.”

The waiter returns and we order, and as soon as he’s gone, Maks leans across the table and lowers his voice. “I’ve been thinking about bending you over the table and fucking you right here, Abby.”

“Jesus,” I whisper, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks. “Keep talking like that and I might just let you.”

He chuckles, sitting back in his chair. “I’ll have to save it for later.”

“Tease,” I say, taking a sip of my wine.

“I’m serious,” he says, his eyes glittering in the candlelight. “As soon as I have you alone, I’m going to fuck you until you scream. I want to hear you say my name while I’m buried deep inside you, Abby. I want you to know who owns you. Who owns your perfect little pussy.”

His words send a jolt of heat straight between my legs, and I have to fight the urge to squirm in my seat. “You’re making it hard to wait for the food,” I whisper, feeling a delicious sense of anticipation.

“Good,” he says, his gaze locked on mine. “I want you to be thinking about it. Thinking about me fucking you all night. By the time we get back to the house, I want you to be soaking wet and ready for me.”

I bite my lip, feeling a little dizzy with lust. “I’m already wet,” I tell him, the truth slipping from my lips.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to taste you. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and make you come on my tongue.”

The image is so hot that I can’t help but imagine it, and I feel another surge of arousal as I picture Maks kneeling between my thighs, his face pressed against my slick folds.

The food comes and I can’t seem to eat fast enough. This is our first night out together in forever and all I can think about is how eager I am to get back to the house so he can keep all those hot, dirty promises.

We finish eating, and as we’re waiting for the check, Maks leans forward, and then I feel his fingers against me under the table, sliding up my thigh, brushing against the damp fabric of my panties.

“God, Abby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so wet. So fucking ready for me.”

“Yes,” I whisper, arching against his touch. “I want you, Maks. I want you so bad.”

The waiter brings the check, and Maks pays without taking his eyes off me. As soon as the waiter is gone, Maks immediately swings his chair over beside mine, before pulling me close and kissing me, his tongue teasing my lips and sending a shiver down my spine.

“I’m going to make you come,” he whispers against my mouth. “Right here, right now. And then I’m going to take you home and fuck you until you scream.”

His words send a rush of pleasure through me, and as he slips his hand between my legs, I have to work harder than I can imagine just to stifle the moan. His fingers tease my sensitive flesh, stroking me through the thin lace, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each passing second.

I grip the edge of the table, trying to steady myself as he pushes aside the scrap of fabric covering me and slides his finger inside my pussy, all hidden beneath the fancy white tablecloth that drapes down around my waist.

He curls his fingers, pressing against the spot that makes me see stars, and I can’t help but gasp as the first wave of pleasure washes over me.

“Shh,” he murmurs, his thumb circling my clit. “Not so loud, beautiful. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.”

I nod, biting my lip to stifle another moan as he adds another finger, filling me and stretching me as he fucks me with his hand.

“Maks,” I whimper, my body trembling with need.

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