Page 39 of The Penalty

“I’m no god, and I’m certainly no angel, haven’t you heard? They don’t call me Lucy for nothing.”

My hand dips beneath her underwear. Her neatly trimmed hair is smooth under my fingers, and she’s already soaked.

“Holy fuck.”

“Shh.” Her hips jump as my finger circles her entrance, then slips in and out in a shallow tease.

Good thing we snagged the shadowy corner. I’m pretty confident we’re safe from ogling eyes here. I continue my tease, circling my thumb around her clit as my finger plunges into her slippery tunnel a little deeper with each thrust. I scoop a solid bite of mousse onto my spoon, sliding it between her lips, and as she’s swallowing it down, my thumb presses down on her clit.

She gasps, arching toward me. See, I can share my food. Under very special circumstances.

I add a second finger, dipping into her heat, stretching her out. Getting her ready for my cock. She slides a foot up my leg, inching toward it as if she wants to return the favor, but I brush it away. This is already too much. It would be fucking embarrassing to blow my load in my pants.

She makes a small, frustrated noise when I pull away from her, leaving her empty and wanting. She was too close, hanging on by a rapidly fraying thread, and I want to make thislast. I take another bite. The smooth chocolate treat is almost as sweet as her.

“You really are the devil,” she hisses at me.

I smile, walking my fingers back up her trembling thigh.

This time I go in hard and fast, thrusting two digits inside her clenching pussy. She gasps, eyes blazing. I keep up a steady rhythm, thumb bringing her closer and closer as I curve my fingers up to press on the sweet spot on her inner wall. Benefits to long fingers.

She’s almost there again, letting out a gasp as the waiter walks back. I turn my head toward him, but don’t make eye contact, stilling the movement between her thighs.

“Everything okay here?” he asks, lips pursed.

“Fine. Check. Please.” Her words come out in quick gasps as if she’s struggling for breath, but the apathetic lines of his face never change.

“You’ve got to stop,” she whispers at me. “I’m going to come right here in the middle of the restaurant.”

“Kind of the point.”

“Seriously. What if someone sees?”

I glance around the handful of other tables draped in flickering shadows. There’s one four top full of giggling girls, and a few other couples who are completely absorbed in each other. “I think we’re safe.”

“But...” she’s biting her lip again, and the strands of hair that have escaped from her ponytail are damp.

“Fine. I can wait.”

I stare her directly in the eyes as I lift my hand up and pop my fingers into my mouth.

“Dev!”

“What? You taste better than any dessert in here... Cupcake.” I tell her.

Her cheeks are flushed as she pushes up from her seat, a little shaky. She fumbles with her purse, tossing a pile of cash on the table.

“Don’t make me wait.” She stares me down, then turns around, hips swaying as she threads her way to the back of the restaurant.

Chapter 13

Wrong Number

Cece

I’m gripping my wristletin my hand, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. I hope Dev takes me up on the offer. At the same time, I’m hoping he’s smart enough to put the brakes on this runaway train. Haven’t I gotten myself into enough trouble already this year? One year, Cecelia. You only need to keep it together and be on your best behavior for one more year. Then you’re free.

Good behavior is overrated, though. Each toilet has its own little room. No one’s going to see us in here. No one is taking any pictures. It’s fine. And there was no way I could wait until we got home. I don’t think I’ve ever been this keyed up. The anticipation sending little shivers up my spine as I brace my hands on the counter, staring myself down in the mirror. I’ve never had sex in front of a mirror. My eyes have a glossyfeverish quality to them. Lipstick a bit smeared from nibbling on it.

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