Page 98 of Beauty Beneath the Sorrow
“Impossible,” I reply. “Not with the way I just watched you come undone a second ago.”
She swings her arms up, clasping them around the back of my neck. “You’re going to have to calm down before you leave the safety of this bathroom.”
“You should go out before me then,” I say.
Lina’s hand slips over the bulge in my pants and gives me a quick squeeze. “Later.”
My stomach clenches. “Fuck, I can’t rub this out in here.”
She winks at me before placing her hand on the door handle. “I had to.”
“Lina,” I say.
“See you out there.” Her voice is a little huskier now that she’s come.
Resting my palms on the cold tile on either side of the sink, I hang my head low. Breathing in and out, I think of baseball. I still have the taste of her misted skin on my tongue, and that isn’t fucking helping.
A few minutes later, I collected myself and walked back through the restaurant and toward our table.
“Sorry, long line,” I offer as soon as I sit.
Lina chokes on her water and starts coughing. She’s still onthe high from her orgasm.
“You alright?” Brian asks his daughter.
She nods. “Mmhmm.”
“Are you sure? You look flushed,” Bristol asks sympathetically from across the table. “I have the air blowing on me. We can switch sides if you want.”
“No, I’m fine, thanks,” Lina responds without making eye contact with her dad’s girlfriend.
The dirty martini I ordered for Lina is placed on the table in front of her. I thought she’d need it after I followed her into the restroom with what I was going to help her with.
“Thank you?” Her forehead furrows, confused about how a drink she didn’t ask for showed up at our table.
I smile. “I ordered it for you before I went to the restroom.”
“Oh, thank you.” She gives an uncomfortable smile, then gathers her hair to one side. She’s trying to be natural, but it’s not working well.
“Shall we order our food soon?” Bristol suggests as the server approaches our table.
I gesture for her and Brian to go first while subconsciously resting my arm on the back of Lina’s chair. She stiffens. Her head tilts up, flashing me a warning. I remove it immediately, straightening my posture.
After we order our entrees, Brian turns his focus away from the brunette on his left and to his daughter and me.
“How’s the training going?” he asks enthusiastically.
I unfold my napkin and place it on my lap. “It’s going well.”
“That’s great to hear,” he replies. “Jag isn’t working you too hard, is he?”
Lina’s cheeks redden. “Um, no. He’s been pretty easy on me, actually.”Easy on her?
“Oh, have I?” I raise my elbows to the table.
A spark flashes in her eyes. “I think so. Don’t hold back just because you think I can’t handle it.”Okay, we’re playing this game.
My eyebrows raise. She’s baiting me for a challenge. Everything with Lina and me is sexual, and she knows what she’s doing.
