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"I love how hot you get for me, Ms Smith," he murmurs

"As excited as you get forthe sides of his cock, one after the other

"You knohat I want to do to you right now?" he asks, his voice low and thru with heat

"Tellto stroke his cock with ive up when he pulls his chair around to ainstmy eyes unfocus and my lips part with need

"I want to pull you out of that chair, throw these plates to the floor, bend you over this table and fuck you right here, in front of everyone," he ins to strokeers stroke along my slit

My mouth parts, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to rees of the table with both hands

Froli our way, and I freeze, worried he'll be able to tell what's happening underneath this long tablecloth

Cannon doesn't stop, though He just keeps stroking ht of thatfucked right here in public, bent over this table, having your dress yanked up around your waist? Exposed to the world"

I lick ain my composure,like that "Yes," I ad control" I lean closer, lower my voice to a sultry whisper "I like it when you take what you want from me, whenever and wherever you want it"

"And if I want you here?" hecloser across the table "Now?"

I lick my lips Lock eyes with hiainst his cheek

He searcheswhether I mean it, whether I'm serious But he must know me by now He kno much I'm up for

Finally, his rin that I love so much "Bathroom," he murmurs "I'll meet you there"

I s hard We're really doing this?

TheIt was dark,us or overhearing us when I was going down on him in the middle of that movie were slim to none But now, this The restaurant is pretty empty People will notice if we both leave the table, and don't come back

Then he curls his fingers and pushes one inside ainst the chair, against the heel of his hand where it cups ainst his palm, and I decide, fuck it I don't care Let's do this

"Wait a minute before you join e of effort and self-restraint—because ers insidethe hehs as I rise I flip ht under the table, step back into the breath, I stride away across the restaurant I smile and nod to the waiter as I pass, then duck into the bathroo

Luckily it's a single stall, one of the big handicapped ones And surprisingly clean, though I guess that makes sense for a small restaurant out this way

I barely have enough time to check ether and less out of control than I feel, when there's a faint knock at the door

I open it just wide enough for Cannon to slip inside and sla the lock