Page 50 of Intense (Beneath The Blaze #3)
FINN
I take the booth in the far corner, the one with a clear line to every exit. Always. She slides in next to me, crossing her legs, lips glossed and begging for trouble.
The waitress drops menus we don’t need.
“You said burgers,” I remind her, leaning my forearms on the table.
She bites her bottom lip. “That was before you got me worked up in the parking lot. Now all I can think about is you bending me over this table.” She bats her lashes at me.
Fuck. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
The waitress comes back, takes our order, and leaves us in the low hum of clinking cutlery and soft music. My eyes never leave hers, even when she tries to look away.
Under the table, my hand slides across, over her knee, and up her thigh.
Her breath hitches.
“Finn—”
“Wait for your food like a good girl,” I murmur, my thumb stroking the soft skin just above her hemline. “You will finish every last bite, while I get you nice and ready for me.”
The corner of her mouth lifts. “Yes, sir.”
I push her legs apart, heat radiating from her through thin fabric. Already wet. My fingers trace her pussy, slow enough to make her tremble.
When the burgers arrive, she picks hers up, trying to look casual. First bite, she closes her eyes, so I slip two fingers under the edge of her panties and into her.
She jolts. I hook my foot around her ankle to keep her steady.
“That’s it, love. Take another bite,” I coax, curling my fingers just right.
One of my observations over time has been that Stephanie doesn’t really eat. At work, it’s barely a snack all day. And now that I know about her second job, I struggle to see when she has time to cook.
So, I’ve made a note to make sure my wife eats. Her body is perfect. But I don’t want her getting sick. I need to make sure she’s healthy. That she makes time for herself. I need to look after her.
She takes another mouthful. Sauce clings to her lips, her cheeks flushed as she tries to chew when every nerve in her body is telling her to moan.
The waitress sets my whiskey and her fries down. Stephanie thanks her without breaking eye contact with me. Good girl.
I work her slow, then faster, keeping her right at the edge. She grips her burger like it’s her lifeline. Every shift of her hips presses her closer into my hand.
“You look beautiful like this,” I murmur. “Trying so hard to be good for me. But, you’re being very, very naughty letting me do this in public.”
Her breathing grows uneven. Her eyes glaze. I pull my fingers free just as she’s about to tip.
She drops her burger onto her plate and glares at me like she’s ready to climb on me and ruin me.
I’d let her.
Then I’d throw everyone out of this place and bend her over the table to remind her who’s in charge.
“Your place or mine?” I ask, hoping she says hers. Most of mine is locked down for the Decadence Trials. And I want to see how she lives. How she decorates, what she owns. Whether it matches what I’ve imagined for her.
“Mine isn’t anything special, but I have booze and food. I don’t have any kinky stuff you probably own.”
I smirk. “I can get creative with anything, Stephanie. But tonight… I’d like to do something different.”
She sips her milkshake through a straw, eyes narrowing. “Different?”
“Less distractions. Just us. I’ll still cut you. Spank you raw. Fuck you until you pass out. But I want to try it gently, too.”
I rub at my chest. I’ve never done it. I’ve never let a woman roam her hands over me, touch me back.
After what Conan said earlier, maybe she could have some power in that.
I’ll never be a good boy on my knees; that isn’t in me.
I can’t strip myself of all of my control.
But I’d like to fuck her with eye contact.
Let her choke on my cock with her hands on me.
Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
“You mean… like making love?” she asks.
My heart kicks hard. The word is alien to me, but she’s right. I nod, not trusting myself to say it aloud.
She smiles. “I’ve never done that either.”
I blow out a breath. “You’ve never been in?—?”
She giggles. “My god, you can’t even say it. I’m in a loveless marriage.”
My jaw twitches. Is she? Am I loveless?
I can do this. It’s just a word.
“I’d like to make love to my wife,” I say. And to my own surprise, the words don’t make me sick.
Her eyes light up.
I glance at my glistening fingers and bring them to my mouth, licking them clean. “My dessert.”
Her blush deepens.
“You’re cruel,” she whispers.
“Only because I want to watch you squirm until we get home. Then, Mrs. Quinn, you’ll learn what cruel really means.”
“So my place?” She grins, finishing the last bites.
I nod. “I’d love to see your lair.”