Page 56 of Dirty Hot Valentine
“I love you enough to do that horrible, ugly flower buying thing,” I mocked. Maybe I wasn’t the flower-buying type, but I wanted her to have the whole experience.
“I love you, too.”
Lost in her eyes, I licked my lips. Her taste lingered there.
“Would you like your chocolate and champagne served now?” the waitress asked, yanking me out of the moment again.
“Yes,” I answered, a little too loudly. “And take our order, too. One Strip Me Down and one Bite Me.”
She bit her thin lips on a smile, her boney cheeks flushed, her starestripping me down. “Right away, sir.”
But she remained still by the table, blatantly looking at my hard dick.
“That will be all, thank you,” Cammie yelled over the music.
The waitress blinked, blushing. “Sure. I’ll be right back with your order.” She flipped her blond hair as she spun and left with an exaggerated strut that swayed her skinny ass in that snug, glittery black dress.
“You like her?” Cammie asked, placing the bouquet on the table.
My brows hooked as I looked at her sideways. “What?”
“She likes you, too, you know?” She stared me down, moon-eyed.
I couldn’t resist snickering.
“You think this is funny?”
“Yeah.”
She glared at me, her jaws tight.
“How could you be jealous of someone like her?” I asked, amused, not waiting for an answer.
She crossed her arms over her chest, giving me a great view of her rack. “You were checking her out.”
“I wasn’t. I was like what the fuck? Can’t she see the girl I’m with?” I leaned in, my gaze locked with hers, hoping she would see the sincerity in my eyes.
Her breasts rose as she inhaled, and a hint of smile tampered with her ‘I’m mad at you’ face. “Whatever.”
“You gotta loosen up a little.” My palm rested on her bare knee and quickly went up along her inner thigh and onto her panties. Then I slipped underneath the lace. “I know how to help you with that.”
She flinched with a gasp. “You crazy?”
I cupped her whole pussy first, and then teased the lips with my fingertips, smirking. “Take off my hand, if you don’t like it.”
She opened her mouth then closed it with a shy smile. “That bitch is going to be here with the champagne any time.”
“So?” My thumb pressed her clit.
She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, her eyes darting around, her breaths ragged. “She’ll see.”
I slid one finger inside her wetness. The heat radiating from her sent my cock twitching. Big twitches. “Who cares?”
“You’re so naughty.” She licked her lips, shifting in her seat.
“I think you know that by now,” I whispered as I leaned in for another kiss. “And you love to punish me for it as much as I do.”
Her lips crushed mine before I reached them, as if she was the one overwhelmed with need, not me. I slipped another finger in her pussy, my thumb still on her clit. Her moans against my mouth drove my own. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder caveman-style, run back to the hotel and...
