Page 12 of Please Don't Leave Me

The music is loud enough in here that you can't hear the conversation of the table adjacent to you but quiet enough that you can converse easily with the person directly next to you. Why can't all places keep their volume at this level?

The song "For Me" by Lo Nightly is playing, setting a vibe in the room that makes my skin tingle. After I'm done scanning the room and taking in all the details that some people might miss, I turn my head back to him. He looks at me with darkened eyes, making my heart race. I want him so badly. I wish we were in private so I could act on these urges.

Matt leans into me, brushing his lips on my cheekbone. I can't help but roll my head to the side to give him access tomy neck. His lips graze my skin softly, working his way down my neck to my collarbone. Meanwhile, his hand slides across the velvet cushion and onto my exposed thigh. I feel my body responding to his touch, and I can't help but give in to him.

His lips leave my neck, and I immediately miss their warmth. His free hand grabs the side of my face and brings my lips to his. They are so soft and warm. His tongue sweeps across mine, and I let out a small moan. The sound makes him grip me harder, and he slides his right hand further up my thigh, slipping under my dress.

The clink of glass hitting the table breaks me from his spell. My heart races with a combination of arousal and surprise. My head pulls away from his, trying to act like he didn't just have his hand up my skirt or his tongue in my mouth. Matt seems completely unfazed though. "Thank you, Jeffery." I look into his eyes, and he can sense my hesitation. "There's no need to worry or be embarrassed."

"They're going to kick us out of here if we keep going where I want this to go." I pick up the drink and take a sip, trying to cool myself off.

"They can't, love. I own the place."

I choke on my drink but recover quickly and say, "You...what?"

"The Hallows, Orion's, and several other bars and restaurants around the city. Jillian is my cousin, and she designs the interiors of all my locations."

I relax a bit, relief washing over me. And he can tell.

"I can tell you've been noticing odd things throughout the night but didn't say anything." I nod, affirming his suspicion. "I don't like to bring it up if I don't have to, but I definitely am not letting the opportunity to please you right here slip through my fingers." He leans in close again, those full lips teasing mine with soft touches. "Jefferywon't be interrupting us anymore. And neither will anyone else."

I lean forward, crashing my lips into his, and part mine for him. His hand that remained on my upper thigh this whole time continues its way up to my panties. His knuckle grazes my center, applying just the right amount of pressure. It takes my breath away, and I pull my lips away from his for a second to collect myself. I know he promised me privacy back here, but I'm sure the other patrons would prefer not to hear me moan.

He takes the break as an opportunity to lean in. "You're so fucking wet, Lou. Have you been this wet all night?"

I press my cheek against his and let out a breathy reply, "Pretty much."

"Good girl."

My breath hitches again, and I clear my throat, trying not to fully melt into my seat.

His hand under my dress has been working on me, and I can't handle it anymore. I need more of him. As if he can read my mind, his finger loops around the edge of my panties and pulls them to the side, allowing himself full access to me. His finger teases my entrance before slipping inside. My arm flies up and clutches the sleeve of his dress shirt, and I suck in a deep breath.

My body melts into his as he adds another finger and plays with me so well. Heat starts pooling in my belly, and I can feel it coming. God, it's been so long since a man has made me come. Grabbing the fabric of his shirt tighter and dropping my head into the base of his neck, I try to suppress my moan as I fall over the edge. I can feel my pelvic muscles contracting and clenching his fingers inside of me.

I'm just coming down from that high when he pulls his fingers out and sticks them in his mouth, licking themclean. "I knew you would taste amazing." I lean in and kiss him again, this time slow and soft to ease myself down. I can taste myself on his lips, and I don't mind one bit.

Once my breathing levels out, I start to feel bad that he hasn't gotten anything from me. I reach my hand over to his lap and slide it up his thigh. He grabs my hand and smiles at me. "No need. Tonight was about you."

"But…?"

"If you go on a second date with me, then we can explore that side of things. For tonight, I wanted you to see what this could be. But I want you to really think about if this is something you want without having fully committed to it already."

I narrow my eyes like I'm skeptical. "I thought your whole thing was aboutnotcommitting."

"You know what I mean. Think about it and let me know if you want to stay in touch. If not, there are no hard feelings. But until you officially tell me no, I'll be dreaming about how wet you were tonight and how good I know it's going to feel to be inside you." He grips my chin between his fingers and kisses my forehead.

"How many days do I have to decide?"

He chuckles. "There's no timeline. Take all the time you need."

Chapter Six

LOUISA

After my first date with Matt, I was riding the high for a few days. I had never experienced something so thrilling. The practical side of me brought me back down and reminded me that this is not the end game. This is only temporary and purely for enjoyment.

Matt made that very clear, and I’m not self-loathing enough to think I can change his mind. But just being touched by him and having his attention is enough for me at this point in my life. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s fun to hang out with.

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