Page 109 of Tequila Tuesdays

I cleared my throat and shifted. “What are you planning to use the rope for?”

“Not what, but whom.”

“Oh, God,” I breathed.

He laughed low. “Tonight while we’re out celebrating, I want you to anticipate, and maybe worry a little, about what I plan to do to you.”

“Why don’t you just tell me?”

“Because you have a vivid imagination.”

He was right. I did. And I worried, fantasized, and wondered about it all the way home.

Cha Cha’s was an iconic poolside restaurant in Palm Springs. For New Year’s Eve, lanterns had been placed around the pool and in the surrounding gardens, and gold balloons with streamers were tied to all the awnings.

Propane heaters around the tables kept the dining area reasonably warm. We ordered a bottle of sparkling wine and a couple of appetizers.

The black and gold dress I’d bought at a little boutique on El Paseo was short and clingy, and hugged my curves. The halter top tied behind my neck, and showed off my shoulders and a little cleavage.

When we sat down, I took off my wrap, and Damien’s eyes grew dark and hooded as he studied me. I’d dusted my shoulders and chest with a little glitter and fixed my hair in a partial updo.

He wore black pants and an expensive white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I wanted to lean over and bite his jaw.

“You look very fuckable in that dress, sweetheart.” His hot gaze traveled over me as he poured our wine.

My insides clenched in anticipation and need. “And you clean up well too, Dimples.” I took a sip of wine and gazed at him. We ate and drank for a few minutes, staring at each other while we made small talk.

He finally leaned across the table. “Come here.”

I scooted forward and leaned in. He picked up my hand and turned it around, then slowly licked up my wrist. I shuddered and my panties grew damp.

He reached up and rubbed some of the glitter off my shoulder. “You look beautiful, but my favorite look on you is when you’re naked and sweaty underneath me.”

“It’s edible.”

“What’s edible? I know your pussy and tits are.”

I smiled a little. “The glitter is edible, and so is the lotion I’m wearing. Along with my, uh, pussy and tits,” I whispered.

His nostrils flared, and he slowly tasted the glitter on his finger. “How hungry are you?” he growled.

I swallowed. “Hungry. But not for food.”

“Good.” He looked up and motioned to the closest server. “We need our check.”

My breathing grew heavy. I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to relieve the deep ache in my core.

“Fuck it.” He stood up and threw money on the table and grabbed my hand. Just then the server came with the check.

“That should cover it. Keep the change.”

“Sir, are you sure you don’t want your change?” The server asked.

“Yes.” Damien grabbed my wrap and dragged me out of the restaurant.

Pulling me to his truck, he practically threw me inside. When he climbed in, I leaned over and took hold of his shirt collar.

He turned in his seat and grabbed my face, then kissed and licked me until I was gasping for air. I was so gone, I blindly climbed into his lap. He eased his seat back and helped me straddle him.

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