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“Spread your legs,” he demands.
I flick my hair over my shoulders and level my shoulders at him. “I think you forgot that I am the one who delivers the orders,” I taunt.
“And you will. Just not now. It has been too long since I’ve played with your gorgeous pussy.”
Obscenely, I open my legs under the table and feel Max’s fingers dance up my thighs. I now realize why he asked us to be in the back of the restaurant. His hand grips my thigh tightly, and then he slides my chair across the tiled floor. “Get on my lap, baby.”
“Such an exhibitionist, Mr. Fitzpatrick,” I tease. I slide onto his lap with my legs over the side. One of his arms braces my back to hold me while the other slides between my thighs.
“Are you wet for me?”
I had worried for so long that he wouldn’t be attracted to me after finding out his brother had assaulted me. I had feared he wouldn’t want me anymore. My confidence had significantly faltered, and now I’m seated in my man’s lap, in a nice restaurant, about to get finger-fucked by him.
“Soaking.”
His lips kiss, suck, lick my neck, and nip me just enough to have me writhing in pleasure on his lap. Max’s fingers push aside my underwear to feel my smooth skin. “Your pussy is so soft. You’re so perfect.”
“Max, please,” I beg.
“What do you need?”
My mind is swimming from the need to get off. I need relief so badly, I can’t stand it. “Touch me.”
His teeth latch onto my earlobe. “I am touching you.”
I’m about to moan out of frustration when he begins to do what I’m begging him to do. Max rubs my clit with just enough pressure to have me biting my hand to keep from calling out from the pleasure I have running through me. “Shit,” I cry.
“That’s it, baby. You know I have you.”
He does this for a couple more minutes before my body starts to shake and tremble from the onslaught of my orgasm about to tear through my body. My thighs close around his hand to stop, but he doesn’t.
“Take my dick out, baby.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
MAX
Serena looks around cautiously before she reaches between us to undo my belt and then pants. The wicked little smile on her face tells me she’s into this. In the back of my mind, I’m studying her face to see if I’m pushing her too far, but she doesn’t hesitate. Her hand grabs my painfully hard shaft, squeezes me, then licks her lips.
“I would love nothing more than for you to suck me, beautiful, but I don’t want you on your knees here. Straddle me and let me inside of you.”
Serena turns carefully, places her hands on my shoulders, then moves the gusset of her underwear to the side to put me inside of her. “Oh, fuck,” she whispers against my lips.
“You feel so good,” I growl.
Discreetly, she begins to ride me. Each time I’m buried to the hilt, she squeezes me with her muscles, almost unmanning me with how good she feels. “That’s it, sweetness. Ride me.”
“Mr. Fitzpatrick, sorry to interrupt-”
“Then why are you?” I snap.
“I wanted to-”
“We will let you know when we need something.”
Serena’s lips hover over my mouth, and I wrap my fingers in her hair. “Max, I’m going to come again. It has been so long.”
“It’s okay, baby. Come on my dick. We have all night,” I encourage her. My other hand controls her hips to roll them over me just right. She moans into my mouth as her tongue dances with mine. “I’m going to come. Come with me, sweetness.”
