Page 10 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Single Dad

I grinned. “Only if you promise to behave until after we eat.”

Ronin backed away and leaned against the seat, his head resting against the back as he let out a groan mixed with laughter. “But why?”

“Why don’t you want to be a gentleman and let your lady eat?”

“Yes, you’re right. Let’s go out first. Then I’m taking you home and ravishing you. All night.”

My eyes lit up with glee as I smiled wickedly. “Yes! Please.”

Instead of rushing through dinner, Ronin took his time, heightening the sexual tension between us tenfold.

He asked for a booth in the back, and he sat on the same side as me, closing me in against the edge of the wall.

We kissed between sips of wine and beer, fed each other dinner, and got handsy underneath the table.

I’d never been so damn worked up in my life before. One little swipe on my clit and I’d come, my pussy throbbing for attention.

Ronin’s hand slid up my skirt as we waited for dessert to arrive, his fingers trailing slowly inch by painstaking inch. When he reached between my legs, he pressed two fingers against my pussy from the outside, the silk fabric soaking wet.

I gasped when he moved one finger beneath, stroking my wet clit down to my hole and back up again.

“I’m going to come in this booth if you don’t stop.” I whispered, my body flushed, my nipples pert. His other hand gripped my thigh, spreading my legs open wider, leaving me ready to fall apart.

Ronin groaned so loud I swore the whole restaurant heard it. He removed his hand from my panties and I wanted him back, desperate for his touch.

“Can we get the hell out of here?” I panted.

His dark gaze caught mine and he nodded once before signaling for the waiter. We took our dessert to go instead and paid the bill, hurrying out of there.

As he drove us home, I reached over and placed my hand on his bulge. I smiled to myself knowing I caused it. Moving my fingers, I ran them over the bulge beneath his jeans and squeezed before rubbing more.

Now it was my turn to play.

I unbuttoned and unzipped the waistband of his pants, quickly sliding a hand inside. I wrapped my fingers around the growing shaft above his boxers, rubbing and moving up and down as I teased him.

“Fuck, you’re sexy when you play with my dick.”

I grinned and darted my tongue out, lightly wetting my lips. My fingers moved beneath his boxers and felt the soft skin of his cock stretched thin by his hardness. I gasped at the girth, the size, as it grew even bigger in my hand.

“Holy shit.”

“Mmm,” was all Ronin managed.

“I want you inside me.”

“Woman, you’re going to make me crash this damn truck.”

I laughed and brought my mouth closer. I licked my lips again. I wanted to taste him so badly it burned inside me.

“Fuck,” Ronin made a guttural sound, and it spurred me on even more.

“I need to taste you. Right now.”

Ronin didn’t answer, only blew out a loud breath and gripped the steering wheel tighter.

I wrapped my mouth around his cock and dragged my tongue over the top, swirling it like an ice cream cone.

He called my named between moans and soon, the car slowed down before it fully stopped. He had pulled over.