Page 46 of While She Sleeps

“Orion,” I breathe, barely swallowing a string of moans that rise to the surface.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, baby?”

I nod, unable to force a single word to my lips without a moan following close behind.

“Should I let you come in front of all these people?” He leans in and presses his lips to the shell of my ear, eliciting a shiver of pure desire. “Or should I get you right to the edge and then stop? Hmm? Make you so fucking desperate for me that you’ll be begging for me to fuck you before we can even get back to your apartment?”

“Oh god,” I moan softly, unable to hold it at bay.

He chuckles. “Not even close, Ember.”

I drop my forehead to his shoulder as my body chases its pleasure, uncaring about the foundation that will inevitably be left behind as evidence of what we’ve done in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

“I’m feeling generous, sweet Ember. I think you deserve to come after being such a good girl and accepting my gifts, even though your instincts demand you not.” He nips my earlobe, and my back bows desperately. “But in the future, you’ll have to earn your orgasms. I’ll hold you on the edge of oblivion until you’re a sobbing, begging mess, but your body obeys me out of instinct alone. You’ll get so fucking good at balancing on the edge that when I finally do allow you to come, you’ll miss how good the denial felt.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, because for some reason every single word out of his mouth only seems to drag me closer to the edge.

“I knew you were perfect, Ember, but fuck, you’re blowing my mind. I’m so fucking hard for you that my cock is about to break through the zipper of my pants to get to you.” He hooks his fingers slightly, dragging them over the place inside me I actually thought might be a myth until this moment, and doubles down on my throbbing clit. “Come for me, Ember. Come all over my fingers and show me how good you can be for me.”

He barely gets the words out before my body follows his directions, shattering into a million pieces. My vision blurs and the restaurant noise quiets for long seconds, and I try and fail to keep the evidence of my pleasure to myself as I bite down on Orion’s shoulder.

“That’s it, Little Flame,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl for me.”

God, why does it feel so good when he calls me that? If any other man called me a good girl, I’d probably throat punch them for being so condescending. But from Orion’s mouth, I’m putty in his hands.

He drags the final dregs of my orgasm from my body before carefully righting my underwear and helping me lean back in my seat.

His eyes catch mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks my release from the digits. A deep groan rumbles from his chest. “Just as delicious as I expected.”

My lips drop open in shock, and another wave of heat washes over me.

Holy fuck.

I don’t know if I’ll survive a night with Orion Henderson, but fuck, what a way to go.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

ORION

Ibarely make it through dinner without bending Ember over the closest surface and slamming my cock so deep in her cunt she’ll be feeling me for a week.

Barely.

My phone vibrates in my pocket during dessert, the smallest lava cake I think I’ve ever seen in my life, and I pull it from my jacket pocket while Ember is distracted, trying to figure out how to not eat it in a single bite.

It’s safe to say I won’t be bringing her to another restaurant like this. Honestly, I’m not even sure why I chose this place for our first date.

Killian’s name flashes on the screen, and I note an array of messages that I’ve missed from him.

Killian: You were followed to the restaurant.

Killian: Whoever it is has a team that has secured the front and back exit.

Killian: Check your phone, fucker.

Killian: ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE ASSHOLE.

Oh fuck.

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