Page 105 of Black Flag

“Excuse me, Mr. Riley,I have your meals here,” he said, carefully averting his eyes from the displaywe were putting on, in a very public pier.

I might have moaned alittle as he removed his hands from my legs, and turned my chair around. Takingmy hands and pulling them from his lap where they had found their way, they hada mind of their own I tell you. He smirked as I took a shaky deep breath.

Jameson flashed thewaiter a smile before offering me a slow wink. “Sorry man,”

I almost let out anindignant groan when I saw him discreetly adjust himself. It was comforting toknow that I wasn’t the only one feeling worked up. Then I wondered if he was sweatingas much as I was.

I smiled serenely athim, lowering my eyes just enough when his gaze met mine so that he knew Iknew. Being the knocked up pigizzle that I was, I let my hand drift back to hislap just enough to accidentally on purposely graze him, feeling how worked uphe was.

I heard him groan, andI smiled inwardly. Just as I went in for anotherfeelsky,he grasped my hand tightly in his own, pressing himself against me, my breathcatching in my throat as I felt him harden further under our hands.

“Do you want me tofuckyouright here?” he murmured, low and thick in my ear as my entire bodystarted trembling. Closing my eyes, I tried to get control as he placed my handback in my own lap, grinning in a devilish way. As our waiter busied himselfaround us, filling water glasses and arranging food, I only had eyes forJameson, delicious and beautiful, sitting next to me in our fairytale,wondering what I did right to be granted such an amazing wish.

Our meal took foreverto finish, mainly because of our food prep-assembly we had going on withtantalizing tastes and lingering kisses that were entirely too provocative forthe social gathering we were surrounded by, but again, I could give a flyingfuck about any of that. This was my fairytale goddamn it and if I want to dosome assembly prepping with my dirty heathen, in public, I would.

Jameson smiled softlyat me, reaching for my hand. The warm night air blowing softly through hishair, “I’m glad we’re alone, finally.” he said, raising my hand to his mouth.He laid kisses across my knuckles, opening my palm and pressing a wet kiss atits center. “Where I don’t have to worry about someone walking in on us,” hekissed my hand once more as I stared back at him. “...or the media,”

“Don’t get too excited there...we haven’t made it back to the roomyet.”

“Is my woo working?” hewent in for the kill but I had my own ideas.

“Jameson?”

“Yes?”

I smiled and decidedthat for once, I was going to play the part of the dirty heathen. I took hishand that was wrapped around my own, sliding it slowly up the inside of mythigh, all the way to my properly lubricated and sweaty crankcase.

The look on his facewas priceless. The flashes of emotions were easy to see. First was shock, thenamusement that I did this, and then slowly it turned to overwhelming desirewhile he breathing increased followed quickly by rawlust.

I giggled. “The woo...isworking. Good woo.” I pulled his hand back away against his pout for it tostay.“But Jameson?”

“Yes?” he voice wasthick and rough again, his eyes half opened.

“I think to be properlywooed; we should go back to the room.”

“Thank god,” he smiledand signaled the waiter.

He paid the bill and webegan making our way through the city toward our hotel. Lanterns lit up thedark sky overhead as a heavy drumbeat pulsed with people dancing in thestreets. There was a buoyant energy throughout the city; the sense of wildabandon was floating through the air.

We passed a bar playingsalsa music and Jameson stopped suddenly, yanking me inside.

“Really...you salsa dance?”

He licked his lipsslowly, wrapping his arms firmly around my waist. “Honey...I know how tomove.” His stronghips pressed forward leading me toward the dance floor. “And it’s all in thehips.”

Thousands of those tinytwinkle lights strung across the ceiling and pillars throughout the barcreating a sexy romantic feeling on the dark wooden dance floor. People weredancing all around us, making it difficult it move but none of them existedonce my dirty heathen had his strong concrete arms around me, moving me fluidlyover the dance floor with ease to the beats ofEl Gitano del Amor.

I don’t know how ithappened but his tie was loosened, the top few buttons of the shirt undoneallowing a view of his faint chest hairs to peek out. My hands instinctivelywrapped around his neck, his fingertips gripped my hips controlling mymovements.

His eyes lit up as wemoved across the dance floor effortlessly to the beat of the band, the musicpulsing, I could feel it throughout my entire body. I couldn’t speak—all Icould do was smile.

I can’t salsa dance tosave my life but with Jameson leading me around, turns out I could salsa danceand goddamn was he right, it’s all in the hips.

Beautiful women danced closelybeside us but Jameson’s eyes never left mine, not once. They stayed fixated,holding me like the treasure I was to him.

When the song finishedhe drew me closer, his hips pressing forward, his breath blowing across my faceas we spoke. “Let’s get out of here. I have some proper wooing to do.”

His eyes still focusedon mine, he led me away from the dance floor. Once outside, I was whirled oncemore against the side of the building and pulled toward an obscured alleyway.

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