“You hungry? Because I really want to skip dinner right now. That wall at home is calling my name.” I pull her tight against my body. Then I slide my hand down the back of her pants, cupping her ass like no one can see us.
“Yeah, that’s definitely a better idea.”
We finish up and I all but throw my credit card at Paul in a rush to get out of there and get home. No sooner than I sign my name on the receipt, I grab Emma’s hand and drag her to the parking lot. Just before we get inside the car, I suddenly swing her around and push her up against the door, kissing her with a deep and promising kiss.
“You know that’s permanent, right? No getting rid of me now,” she explains against my mouth.
“That’s the plan, Emmy. That’s the plan.”