Page 42 of With a Broken Wing
The hostess led us to a booth tucked towards the back of the restaurant near a window that overlooked the bay. Lights from the tall buildings reflected off the water, mirroring the stars filling the sky above. It was beautiful.
I slid into the booth across from Jules, the leather bench soft against my thighs. I shivered when I remembered the way Demetri had gripped them the night before. My skin tingled where he brushed against it sliding in next to me. Suddenly, any appetite I’d had was gone. I was hungry for only one thing, and he was watching me from the corner of his eye.
My breath stuck in my throat, and I was thankful when the waitress walked over to get our drink orders. While Jules ordered two bottles of red wine, Demetri and William exchanged an amused glance. Jules never had a problem taking charge. It was part of why I appreciated her.
The waitress set glasses down and filled them, and I hoped the gulp I took didn’t look as desperate as it felt. My controlled confidence from the villa was gone, replaced with an intense anxiety. I was in over my head.
When I took the last gulp of my glass, I looked around to see the others were still half full.Get it together, Andy.Jules refilled my glass on instinct, just like she would in our apartments in Grand Rapids, and I slid it back towards me.
After we ordered, I reached for the bottle to top off my glass, but Demetri reached forward too, sliding it just out of my reach. I scowled at him. He wasn’t going to have that control over me.
I leaned over Demetri, pressing my chest against his arm and letting out a small groan when I reached for the bottle he held from me. He growled quietly before whispering under his breath near my ear, “You better behave, sunshine.”
I closed my hand around the neck of the bottle and jerked it towards me, sitting back harshly in my seat. His eyes lingered on the bounce in my cleavage for a second too long, and I giggled as I topped off everyone’s glasses. Tapping my glass to Demetri’s while it was still on the table, I winked at Jules and took a sip.
“Okay, okay. Seriously, Andy. You really don’t want to doanythingto celebrate your birthday?” Jules asked with a grumble.
We had been friends for a decade, and I had always turned down any chance to celebrate beyond a quiet lunch with her and Katie. Every year, I did the exact same thing. “I’m going to do what I do every year, Jules. I’m going to drink way too much and eat hot dogs in my bikini at the pool with Auston until I’m sick to my stomach, and then I’m going to go to bed as early as possible.”
I could feel Demetri’s scowl on me while William perused the menu across the table. My birthday was my least favorite day of the year, and I really didn’t want to have to come up with another lie for why I never celebrated. Telling my friends that we just never really had birthday parties growing up was enough to get them to agree to a simple lunch, but every year the fear of a party where people jumped out and yelled at me came back full force.
“Fine.” Jules sighed. “Just let me know when we’re going to have lunch, and I’ll come out and meet you girls.” She knew not to argue with me about it after I said no. I’d gotten upset over it more than once over the years.
The conversation returned to the normal, boring basics—the afternoon’s meeting, general work, and Jules’s fourth attempt to convince William to buy a beach house. I was sure by the time we finished the plates of fresh seafood and colorful grilled veggies in front of us, he would have already called his realtor.
While Jules had her focus on William, pointing out every item she liked on the dessert menu, I swirled what was left of the wine in my glass. I brought it to my lips, but when I went to swallow the last gulp, Demetri cupped his hand over my thigh. I choked.
He trailed his fingers up the soft inside of my thigh as he gave me a daring glance from the corner of his eye.You better behave, sweetheart.I fought to keep my breathing even while he traced his finger higher, sliding his hand under the soft, expensive fabric of the dress. My skirt rode slightly up my thigh as I slid forward in the seat, and Demetri smirked next to me.
“We are so getting dessert. Don’t you want dessert?” Jules asked us.
My mouth felt dry. How was I supposed to respond with a steady voice when Demetri had slid my panties to the side and was slowly running his fingers along my slit. “I definitely want dessert,” he said, pushing his finger between my lips and against my swollen clit.
He ran his finger in slow, controlled circles around the bud before sliding a finger into me and repeating the action. It was torturous; it felt so good to have him petting me, but the fear of being caught made my heart race. Still, a warmth built in my core until I was on the edge.
Then he stopped.
I huffed, drawing stares from across the table. “Sorry,” I said. “Dessert sounds great.” I choked on the last word, but when Jules went on trying to decide between some kind of cobbler and crème brûlée, I settled.
Demetri chuckled next to me, adding a second finger and curling them inside of me. Electricity coursed through me, and my legs threatened to shake under the table. He continued his movements, stopping every time I got close and continuing when I had fallen from my peak. Was he really going to make me come this hard in public? In front of my best friend and hisbrother?
Jules ordered both desserts, completely oblivious to my discomfort. I was sure my face was red and there was a shimmer of sweat building on my forehead, but she didn’t seem to see any of it. Demetri swirled his thumb around my clit and continued to curl his fingers inside me, continuing when the climax I had been chasing got close.
The waiter set the desserts on the table, and Jules handed me a fork. My hands shook as I took it, and I looked at Demetri for just long enough to see the sinister arousal in his eyes before forking a small bite of crème brûlée.
He hooked his fingers against the sensitive spot inside me that made me come undone, and I clamped my thighs together around his hand, closing my teeth around the fork in my mouth. I whimpered, quickly turning it into a moan I hoped sounded like it could have been for the dessert. “This is really good,” I said, trying to disguise the panting in my voice.
Across the table, Jules was buried between her two desserts, but William narrowed his eyes at his brother. Did he know?
Demetri brought his hand up from under the table, picking a small piece of the dessert off the plate in front of him and slipping it into his mouth with the same fingers that were inside me. He closed his lips around them, his jaw clenching as he sucked, and my mouth went dry.
“It’s delicious,” he said with a smirk.
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As soon as we walked back into the villa after dinner, Jules hummed a good night and pulled William behind her to the master bedroom. A temporary envy passed through me, followed by a rush of embarrassment and arousal. Demetri had made me crumple at his fingertips in the middle of a high-class restaurant, and instead of being angry, I was desperate for more.
“Good night, sunshine.” His voice was quiet and smooth, and he gave me a small smile and once over before turning and walking up the stairs.
