Page 89 of Devoured

"Yes about you."

She gulped. "What are you enjoying most?"

"How insatiable you are."

"Insatiable? How so? By wanting to spend time with you?"

"In bed, mostly."

Her eyes grew round. "I don't think that's true."

I laughed. "If I wanted to, I could have you coming in the bathroom before our pizza arrived." All I needed to do was pull her away from prying eyes. She’d spread her legs for me whenever I told her to. She loved almost getting caught. "Or maybe I could do it right here. I believe I owe you an orgasm with an audience after the office blowjob incident."

She gulped. "But you liked that."

"I did. And you'd like this." I brushed my foot against her leg. "Besides, I promised you I'd retaliate." I hitched my foot on a leg of her chair and pulled it closer to the table. The chair squeaked against the floor.

"I thought you were joking." She was saying one thing, but practically begging me with her bright blue eyes.

"I would never joke about pleasing you." One of my hands left hers and disappeared beneath the table. I placed it down on her knee and slid it up her thigh, higher and higher until her breath caught.

"Professor Hunter..."

My hand froze when the owner of the pizzeria, Marie, arrived with our pizza.

"James! It's so good to see you," she said. I’d missed her thick Italian accent. I had nothing against Grottos, but this right here was real pizza. She placed it down on the table.

I let my hand fall from Penny’s thigh and shook Marie’s hand. "It's been ages, Marie. I was in the city for the day and this was the first place I stopped."

"We all miss you here. And who is this?" She turned to Penny.

"This is my girlfriend, Penny."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Penny said. She reached out her hand to shake Marie’s.

"No, no, the pleasure is mine." Marie leaned down and hugged her. "Every Monday James would come here and have lunch. Always alone. Always glum. I'm so glad he has finally met someone. You better make him happy," she said in a voice a little more serious than I expected. When Marie released Penny from her hug, she smiled at me. "It's so good to see you, James."

"You too, Marie," I said. She gave me one last smile before walking way. I didn’t realize that I always looked glum when I was here. I put my hand back on Penny’s thigh for just a moment. "Another time then. I will get you."

Penny smiled. "Why did you eat lunch alone every Monday?"

"Just a habit." I grabbed a slice of pizza.

"Why did she think you were single? You still wore your ring when you lived here, didn't you?"

I exhaled slowly. "No, actually." I hated how all our conversations seemed to revert back to Isabella.

"Why?"

"I stopped wearing my wedding ring the first time I confronted Isabella about her infidelity. I thought she'd feel threatened and stop. I thought maybe the idea of me sleeping around would bother her. It didn't."

"Did you? Sleep around?"

Is that really what she thought of me? "No."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"It's okay. I want you to be able to ask me questions. But I don't want to talk about her.” For the love of God, I never wanted to talk about Isabella again. “I just want to focus on us."

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