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Moisture gathers in my panties as I picture him eating me out in front of a restaurant full of people. My nipples pebble and my breathing gets faster.
Joseph places his fork and knife on his napkin. “You love that idea, don’t you?”
That sounds more like heaven to my ears. I open my mouth to answer him, but no words come out, so I nod.
“You want me to show everyone who you belong to. You want to come all over my face.”
He knows exactly what I want. He picks up his silverware and continues to eat.
How the hell is he still eating right now? How is he not rock hard and begging to fuck me in the bathroom right now?
“You need to eat,” He says as he points to my mostly uneaten plate.
I want to argue and tell him I need him right now. I need him to stretch my pussy and fuck me like he used to until I’m screaming his name and he’s coating every wall of my pussy with his warm cum.
But I don’t.
I cut another bite of steak and slowly chew it as I ponder how I can speed up the rest of our meal and get to the exciting part of the date.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “I’m not trying to ruin the mood of our dinner, but how have you been? Like the truth, not some placated response.”
My question catches him off guard, and not in a good way, but I need to know.
He takes a large gulp of water before saying, “Not good. It’s been a rollercoaster ride of emotions, and I’ve been just trying to survive.”
I wait for him to pause. “I’m so sorry, Joseph. It wasn’t all cupcakes and rainbows on my side, either. Did Giuseppe ever pop up?”
He glances around the restaurant as if he’s expecting Giuseppe to materialize right in front of our eyes. “No, but I know he will at the worst possible moment, and it’s going to put me in a position where I have to choose my family or the team.”
I want to tell him I saw the video of him in the gym with the guys, but I don’t. “Where is your heart leading you?”
He stares at me and for just a second; I see love and hope swirl in his eyes. “Honestly, I’m not sure. There are so many things to consider. It’s not a question I can just answer on a whim.”
“Sure, you can.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Look, just close your eyes for a few seconds.”
When he does, I continue.
“Without thinking about anyone except yourself, think about these questions. What or who makes you the happiest? What do you want to do more? Where do you want to be?”
His eyes open and lock with mine. “You make me the happiest. I want to be with you. Wherever you are is where I want to be. I can do anything, but I want it to be with you by my side.”
That is not what I was expecting him to say. My stomach does somersaults as I see the love in his eyes. He was telling the truth. He meant every word he spoke.
“I can’t be your reason for quitting the team or stepping away from your family. I don’t want you giving up anything to be with me, Joseph. I respect you working hard at everything you do, and no matter what you choose, I’ll be there.”
I take a sip of water to ease the dryness in my throat. “If you want to retire from hockey to work for your father, then I support you one hundred percent. If you choose hockey, I’ll still support you. If you want to continue both, I’m here. I never went anywhere and I won’t.”
A fluttering sensation in my stomach causes me to gasp. Looking down, I rub my stomach and chuckle. “We aren’t going anywhere.”
“Did you feel the baby?” Joseph’s eyes widen as he stares at my stomach.
I smile. “I felt something. It was like a flutter. It wasn’t really a kick.”
Our conversation is interrupted by the waiter. “Would you like to order dessert?”
Joseph glances at me, the heat in his eyes returning.
I answer for both of us. “Can we get it to go?”