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The waiter looks taken aback, like he can’t believe we don’t want to eat it here. “Sure. What will you have?”
I look at Joseph and ask, “What sounds better? Cheesecake with strawberries or German chocolate cake?”
“Both.” He turns his attention to the waiter. “We will have one of each to go, please.”
The waiter nods and promptly leaves.
Having a new plan in mind, I abandon the rest of my dinner. I stretch my leg out and run it up his leg.
His lips tighten into a thin line. “You’re pushing your luck, Alexandra.”
The way my name comes out of his mouth is almost sinful. It’s too sexy, too erotic, and leaves me purring like a kitten.
“What are you going to do about it?” I ask defiantly as my foot moves higher up his thigh.
“Don’t think I won’t bend you over the hood of my car, because I will.” His tone has a bit of a warning in it.
I roll my eyes. “You’re all talk, Joseph Marino. You wouldn’t fuck me for all to see because you’d be too jealous of others looking at me.”
If there’s one thing I know, it’s that Joseph is as private as one man can be. He always needs to be in control and aware of his surroundings when in public, and fucking me on the hood of his car is the complete opposite of staying in control.
He leans forward and in a low, husky voice, he says, “Do you really think I won’t do it? I’m Joseph Fucking Marino. My family practically owns the city. I’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want, and right now, I want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
My foot drops to the floor as my thighs squeeze together. Arousal leaks from me, coating my inner thighs. I’m so wet and turned on. I may come as soon as he touches me.
The waiter comes back with a to go bag of dessert. “Is there anything else I can get you two?”
Joseph pulls out several hundred-dollar bills and hands them over to the waiter. “No, thank you. Dinner was excellent. Please keep the change and give our compliments to the chef.”
“Thank you, sir.” The waiter pulls out my chair and helps me stand.
“Thank you.” I whisper to the waiter before heading to the restaurant’s entrance. My legs feel like jelly, and the only thing propelling me forward is the thought of coming in just a few minutes.
Butterflies swarm in my stomach as Joseph’s hand trails down my spine before pressing against my lower back. Any lower and I’ll be arching my back to urge him to continue his descent.
Joseph pulls me into his chest as the hostess leads a couple past us to their table. His erection nestles against my ass.
He pulls me close and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Do you feel how hard you make me, Alexandra? Do you know howmany nights I’ve jerked off thinking about you? Hoping I’d get a chance to get you back in my arms.”
I let out a small moan and wiggle my ass against him. His words ignite a fire deep in my belly.
“Then show me.” I grab his hand and pull him toward the door. Looking over my shoulder, I whisper, “Lean me over the hood of your car and fuck me like you’ve missed me, because that’s all I can think about right now.”
I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, where getting laid was the only thing on my mind.
He wraps his hand around mine and pulls me toward him. Spinning around, he presses me against the brick wall of the restaurant. “Oh, I have missed you, Alexandra. Don’t ever doubt that, but if you want me to fuck you hard and fast, you don’t have to beg. I’m going to fuck you all night.”
The sun has already set, giving us the perfect amount of privacy for an outdoor rendezvous.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
We rush to his car and ignore the stares and glares older couples shoot our way.
I place the dessert in the passenger seat with my purse as he takes his jacket off and lays it on the hood of his car. He lifts me and lays me on his jacket and pushes my dress up, eyeing the small scrap of fabric.
“Fuck, Alexandra. How am I supposed to last when you show up like this?”
“You aren’t. Not while I’m laying half naked on the hood of your car. Besides, we have all night for you to work on your rebound time.”