Page 50 of Family Ties

THIRTY-NINE

ABIGAIL

Sitting in the back of the limo, my head rests on Grant’s shoulder as his hand roams over my thigh. He has already exhausted me, in the best of ways, but I have no idea how I’m going to make it through the rest of the evening.

We still have dinner…

…and whatever else he has planned for this evening.

My eyelids are heavy, and I’m fighting the urge to take a tiny nap, which I am quickly denied when the car comes to a stop and the rear door is opened.

“Welcome to Nikolai’s,” a gentleman greets us as we step from the car. “Your name?”

“Geyer,” Grant answers him.

“Please head inside.” He gestures to the double wooden doors being opened behind him. “The hostess will take you to your seat.”

Holy shit, this place is insanely fancy.

There is no line. No waiting for a table. The moment we walk through the doors, we are greeted with an immaculately put together woman who walks us straight to our table.

A booth…in the corner.

“I hope this table meets your request, Mr. Geyer.” She fills our water glasses as Grant nods his approval. “Nikolai has requested to curate your menu for this evening.”

“Please pass on my appreciation.” She collects the two menus from the table as Grant speaks. She has barely stepped from our table when a waiter about my age approaches the table with a bottle of wine.

“2009 Chateau Le Pin Bordeaux.” He presents the bottle to Grant. After giving his approval of the sample pour, the waiter pours a glass for us both before leaving.

“One glass.” Grant’s voice is firm as I take a sip from my glass. “I prefer fucking you when you’re awake, but I’ll have my way with you regardless.”

I’ve woken with Grant deep inside me on several occasions, which is probably the only reason his statement doesn’t carry any shock value.

Grant’s hand drifts up my thigh, and my eyes quickly drop to my lap when he begins to move my dress as he moves. His pinky grazes against the tender flesh of my pussy and my thighs press together.

“Are you telling me no, kitten?” His voice is full of displeasure, “Because disobedient pets get punished, and Nikolai will haveno issues with me tending to that punishment in the middle of his restaurant.

“No, sir. Never.” I shake my head and part my thighs, granting him easier access to me than before. He doesn’t hesitate to slip a finger inside me.

Toying me yet again, he teasingly works his finger inside me as his thumb rubs over and around my clit. My fingers immediately grip the leather of the bench beneath me, each touch of my sensitive and already well-used pussy towing a thin line between pleasure and pain.

My chest heaves, and I chew at my lower lip, trying desperately not to make a sound in this crowded restaurant.

“Sir,” I whisper in a panic when I see the waiter approaching our table. It doesn’t deter him in the least. His finger twitches and rubs inside me as he discusses the appetizer being delivered as though he isn’t currently two knuckles deep inside of me.

I think that’s what he was doing. I barely comprehended a word.

Shit!

Did he just ask me a question?

My nails dig into the leather as I fight against the impending orgasm and force a smile, hoping Grant answers for me. The waiter turns to leave our table, and I breathe a slight sigh of relief that he won’t be watching me come.

Clutching hold of Grant’s wrist with both hands, I pull try to pull him deeper. He fights me long enough to slip another finger inside me. Holding him against me, he continues to curl hisfingers as I ride his hand. I need again to come so badly that I don’t care where we are.

What the fuck has he done to me?

“You’re going to give me three for thinking you get to be in charge, or I’m pulling out of you right now,” he growls in my ear. “Are you going to give me three?”

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