The Billionaire's Bet 2, A Hot Call(6)

I picked up my glass and saw his hand dive into his pocket. Just after I’d taken a taste and put the glass back down, I felt the vibrator being turned on inside me.

My eyes widened and I cringed. “Dom!” I whispered.

He placed his finger on his lips and winked. I flush from the heat pooling in my belly.

What is he doing? Why now?

“Just enjoy your dinner, Julie,” he said with an insistent, but gentle voice. “Go on.” He pointed at my fork, and then continued eating.

I huffed. Picking up my fork, I noticed my hands were trembling. My loin was getting sensitive and I moved around on my seat, trying to make it go away. But it only got worse.

He reached for his pocket again and the buzzing became much, much worse. I let out a tiny moan as the vibrations between my legs made me moist.

I pressed my lips together and looked around the room, seeing curious people gawk at me.

“Better keep it quiet, Julie,” Dominic said, and he muffled a laugh.

I held my legs tight, feeling the pressure build up.

“Dom, please, stop. There are people here,” I muttered.

“I know, but I won’t stop. Like I said, wherever and whenever I want. Just enjoy.”

And then the vibrations were upped to a whole new level.

I shut my eyes and my lips parted as gasps escaped my mouth. I clutched the table in agony, trying to keep myself from falling over. The sensations were mind-blowing. Too much, actually.

My exhaling was rapid as I came apart at the table. I knew people were looking at me, but at that moment, I didn’t care. This feeling of utter domination by him and pure ecstasy given to me was overpowering. The thing inside me was squeezed together by my muscles and more vibrations came from it. Oh, it was so delicious and I yearned for more when the waves had subsided.

I took a spoon and looked at my own reflection. My cheeks were red and I was sweating. Then I gazed at Dominic who had this cheesy, unbreakable smile on his face, which I’d loved to smack off if we weren’t in a public place.

He fumbled around in his pocket again and soon the buzzing stopped. I was left with a strange numbness, as if my legs and groin had fallen asleep.

Slumping back into my chair, I took my glass of wine and downed the whole thing in one go.

We finished up our dinner in total silence, exchanging thoughtful looks every now and then. After dinner, Dominic was the same gentleman as before, scooting my chair back, putting on my coat for me, and opening the doors. As we sat down in the car again I took a large breath, still feeling overwhelmed by what just happened. Not just that, but I could still feel the egg inside me as I moved and the mere thought of the buzzing aroused me.

“You did great, Julie. I never thought you could hold your composure like that, not after having such a heavy orgasm in a restaurant,” Dominic said after the blinds between us and the chauffeur had closed.

He smirked at me in a way that was so goddamn sexy, I’d almost forget about the fact that he just made me come in public.

“But you didn’t ask me if I wanted to, Dom …”

He sat closer and took my chin between his fingers. “Hmm, but I can tell you liked it. Isn’t that more important? You don’t know those people. What does it matter?”

I flushed and tried to turn my head away, but his fingers kept me in place. “Look at me, Julie.”

His demanding voice was like a spell, commanding me to gaze into his bright blue eyes. They were filled with hunger, lust and I could almost feel him skim my body.

“You give me so much pleasure by fulfilling my needs. You do that. It’s all you. Don’t shy away from that,” he said.

He planted his lips on mine and scoured my mouth for my tongue, entwining it with his. The kisses became fierier as he licked my bottom lip. His mouth smashed onto mine, like he wanted to merge with me.

“God, Julie, I want you,” he murmured.

Dominic’s free hand trailed its way up my leg, closing in on my privates. I moaned in his mouth and his kisses became even more fervent. The hand that he had on my chin shifted to the back of my head and he grasped my hair. When his fingers brushed my sensitive skin I gasped and he looked me straight in the eye.

“I can’t wait ‘till we get home.” Then he moved back a little.

Gaping at him, I was dumbfounded by his sudden retreat. Frowning, I said, “What? Why did you stop?”

He chortled and looked at his tenting pants. “I know I’m horny, Julie, but I can wait.”

I slid closer to him and came into his comfort zone, making him withdraw a little. “I want more, Dom. Don’t leave me like this. Not after what you put me through at the restaurant.”

He squinted and pursed his lips. “Why? Can’t you wait? Julie, we’ll be home in a few minutes.”