She trusted him, as illogical as that seemed. She let him dominate her. Because it felt good. She was learning what it meant to submit to someone.
No. Not someone. Him.
"Good girl."
She still whimpered softly, her head hanging toward his now, her eyes closed, mouth open, hair in disarray around her face.
An angel.
So he put her out of her misery, gathering more of her wetness and flicking her clit rapidly. Her thighs stiffened against his, right before she screamed out her orgasm.
It wasn't the strongest one he would ever pull out of her. In fact, he hadn't even penetrated her, but it was enough to whet her appetite and leave her half-sated during dinner.
As a bonus, she was very wet, and he intended to leave her that way. Half of him wanted to dip a finger into her tight pussy and draw out her arousal to taste it, but the other half decided to leave her so wet she was aware of her need all evening.
She gradually came back to life, fluttering her eyes open. "My turn?" She gave him a coy smile.
"Nope. Now we go to dinner."
"What?" She glanced down at his lap.
"You're the one who doesn't like people to realize we've been fucking. If my cock comes out right now, there will be no hiding the evidence."
She pursed her lips. "Okay, but after dinner?"
"Baby, if you want to suck me off after dinner, you may do so. Anywhere you want. Under the table. Bathroom. Back in your car. Sky's the limit."
She giggled, the sound burrowing deeper into his soul.
He was doomed.
* * *
Lily straightened her skirt as she stepped from her own car. At least this time, she'd had her purse to apply more makeup and straighten her hair. She didn't think anyone would be the wiser. And they were only a few minutes late.
That, in and of itself, was embarrassing. She'd never orgasmed so fast in her life as the three times she had with Dominic.
"You look perfect," he whispered in her ear as he led her toward the restaurant with a hand on her lower back.
She blushed. That part she wasn't going to be able to control.
As they reached the entrance, he hauled her back against his front and set his lips on her ear. "How do you want to play this? Your call. We drove here in silence, unable to find a way to reconcile our differences? Or we talked it out and decided to give us a shot?"
She opened her mouth to respond, intent on pretending nothing was happening between them.
He stopped her with a finger to her lips. "Just so you know, those aren't really options. We're going through door number two. But, if you don't want to mix our personal life with Zia and Brett's wedding plans, I can understand and respect that."
"Please. Could we? At least until after tomorrow?" Bless him.
"Of course." He kissed her neck, sending a shiver down her body. "Letting you go now … " Then his touch was gone, and she was on her own.
She turned toward him before they stepped inside. "You do realize I won't be able to think straight with my panties torn and balled up in your suit pocket, right?"
"Counting on it." He smirked.
"And I'm wet. I need to go clean up in the restroom before we join the group."
He shook his head. "No."
She gasped. "What?" Drawing herself to her full height of five-six with her heels on, still almost a foot shorter than him, she set her hands on her hips. She lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned closer to him. "You can't expect me to sit at the table with my own come dripping down my thighs."
"I can. And you will. It will remind you of what's to come." He inched closer. "And if you don't wipe that defiant look off your face, turn around, and go through that door right now, I'll spend the next few hours whispering all the things I intend to do to you in your ear."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me. I can make you squirm in your chair all through dinner with nothing more than words." He lifted a hand toward her slowly.
At first, she wasn't sure of his intent, but then she realized he was about to cup her breast from the side, heedless of who might see.
"I'll be happy to drag you around the corner of the building, pull the front of your dress down, and suck your nipples before we go inside too. If you want."
She spun around, half-mortified, half-aroused, half-shocked, and half believing he wouldn't hesitate to go through with every word he spoke. She didn't even care that all those halves equaled far too much. That was how hard her adrenaline was pumping.
When they entered the front door, she scanned the restaurant and found Zia, Brett, his parents, his sister, and her girlfriend seated at a large table to the left.
Lily took a deep breath and headed toward them, praying no one could tell she'd had an orgasm in the car. Or that she wanted to do so again. Or that she was so wet there were probably marks on her navy dress.