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We have a few beers while the rest of the group arrives, and then a young woman takes us to a private dining room. When we sit down, I let Eric order for me. I need to get up to date on German food.
We start dinner amidst laughter, and I try to understand everything being said, but listening to so many people speaking in German at once perplexes me. They’re so curt when they talk! As I try to focus so I understand what is being said, Eric whispers in my ear.
“Ever since you told me I’m no longer being punished, I’m dying to go home, sweetheart. What about you?”
I tell him yes, and Eric makes little circles on my thigh under the table.
“Do you want me?”
I raise an eyebrow slightly. “Yes, very much.”
“On a scale from one to ten, how much do you want me?” he says, surprising me.
“Ten doesn’t begin to describe it. Shall we say, fifty?” I say, my libido sky high.
Again, he’s pleased with my answer. He takes a French fry from his plate, bites it, and gives me the rest. We continue with our dinner until I hear Eric talking to Flyn.
“C’mon, Flyn, c’mon. Eat or I’ll eat what’s on your plate. I’m hungry, terribly hungry.”
The boy nods and Björn laughs.
“Eric, when I told my father’s new cook that Judith is Spanish, she insisted we introduce her.”
They both grin and fist-bump; then Eric gets up and takes me by the hand.
“Let’s do what the cook says, or we’ll never be able to come back to this place.”
I get up to follow him while everyone watches, a little surprised, and then I see Flyn make a move to go with us.
“Hey, if you go, I’m gonna eat all your French fries,” says Björn.
The boy decides to defend his plate while we walk away from the group. We leave the dining room and go down a long hallway. Eric stops in front of a door. He inserts a key in the lock, makes me go inside, and, after closing the door again, begins to unbutton his jacket.
“I can’t take it anymore, love. I’m hungry, and it’s not for the food on the table.”
I’m floored. “Wait, weren’t we going to meet the cook?”
Eric looks at me as if he wants to ravage me. “Undress, love. Fifty on a scale of one to ten, remember?”
Still astonished, I’m about to respond, when Eric quickly lifts me by the waist and sits me on top of the desk in the office. Didn’t he just ask me to undress?
He runs his tongue on my upper lip, then my lower lip; when he’s about to give me that final little nibble, I throw myself on his mouth and eat him up.
Heat.
Excitement.
Momentary insanity.
For several minutes, we kiss and touch each other in an absolute frenzy. Eric is so hot, so good at this, that I feel like I’m going to melt. And then he swiftly lifts my dress and puts his enormous hands at the top of my hose.
“Stop.” That makes him come to an absolute halt. “I don’t want you to rip my hose or my underwear. They’re new, and they cost a ton. I’ll take them off myself.”
He smiles ... Oh, my heart leaps wildly when he smiles like that.
The hell with it—he can rip whatever he wants!
Eric takes a step back, his desire for me intensifying. I immediately put a foot on his chest. He unbuckles my boot and takes it off without dropping his eyes from mine. We repeat the same action with the other boot.