It’s not fair. Demyen looks like s*x on legs and smells like seduction poured straight from the tap. The whole entire ride here, he had his hand between my thighs and my dress hiked up over my hips.
But I wasn’t allowed to come. Not yet. Not until he said so.
And then we were pulling into the parking lot. He calmly smoothed my dress back down, announced our arrival, licked his hand clean, and acted like he wasn’t just fingering me into what might have been a heady orgasm.
I’ve been on edge ever since.
Right. On. The. f*****g. Edge.
“You look a little flush.” Demyen slowly drags his gaze over my face to the tops of my breasts. “Are you warm? Should I let the server know—”
“No!” I grab his hand. Then remember we are in public, so I hush my tone. “No, I’m okay. Just… a little worked up
