Page 47 of Three Not-So-Little Words (The Lawson’s #3)

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Good Girl

Ronnie

I t doesn’t take long for me to catch on to what Drew is doing. That doesn’t mean that I’m not still surprised by it. Usually, he doesn't get really dirty until we are alone.

But now his hand is traveling up my thigh and underneath my dress. The booth we are at has a long tablecloth, so I’m not concerned about someone seeing what he’s doing. But as his fingers move the material of my thong out of the way, I realize that I’m the one who could give us away.

He leans closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “Do you think you can be a good girl and keep quiet?”

“Yes,” I answer almost too quickly.

“Are you sure?” His finger lightly grazes my clit, and I suck in a breath.

“Try me,” I taunt, knowing that it will make him keep going.

His finger keeps teasing, giving me only a little at a time. I scoot my hips forward an inch, trying to get more contact between his fingers and my clit.

“You want more, baby?” He asks.

I nod.

“How bad?”

“So bad,” I whine.

He moves down and pushes just inside my entrance, still not giving me what I crave.

“You’re already so fucking wet.” His words come out almost as a growl.

“Well, yeah. You’re fingering me under the table.”

“Oh, so you want to get mouthy?” He asks starting to pull his hand away.

“No, I’m sorry!”

Thankfully, he goes back to doing what he was doing before, and this time, he gives me a little bit more. The pad of his finger applies a bit more pressure to my clit. I do my hardest to stay still and not let anyone know what’s happening.

But the thought of someone seeing us makes this whole thing that much hotter. Knowing that we could get caught at any moment has my heart racing.

Drew starts whispering again. “Do you know how much I’ve missed this pussy?”

“How much?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. How many times do you want me to make you come tonight?”

“A lot,” I say. “As many times as you can.”

“Do you want me to make you come right here, right now?”

I nod.

“What if someone sees?” He asks.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“It turns you on, doesn’t it? The fact that someone could see you putting on a show? I can tell by how wet you are. You fucking love this.”

“Maybe a little.”

“Well, as much as I aim to please, I don’t share, baby. I don’t want anyone else seeing the faces you make when I make you come, so I suggest you don’t let anyone know what’s happening.”

Why is it so fucking hot when he goes all dominant? Usually, a man tells me what to do, and I tell him to go fuck himself. When Drew does it during anything, I’m like a dog in heat.

He asks, “So, are you going to stay calm and not let anyone know what I’m doing to you?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

The waitress comes over to ask if we want a refill on our drinks. I think that Drew is going to move his hand away with her standing over us, but he doesn’t. Instead, he applies even more pressure and makes it feel even better.

Cool as a cucumber, Drew answers, “I’d love another drink. Thank you.”

When she looks at me and asks, “And for you? Would you like another drink?”

“God, yes,” I answer as normally as I possibly can.

After she walks away, Drew says, “Good girl. Keep calm while I make this pussy come.”

I swallow and look around, wondering if anyone has any inclination of what’s going on under this tablecloth. Nobody seems to be paying us any attention, but I still try to keep as calm as possible.

The waitress drops off our drinks, and when she’s gone once more, Drew’s fingers really get to work. He lightly pinches my clit between two fingers and strokes up and down. He keeps going, increasing his tempo, slowly pushing me toward my orgasm.

I try to keep my breathing even, but fuck, it’s hard.

The pressure builds in my core, and I know I’m close. So does Drew. He moves a little faster and whispers in my ear, “Come for me.”

That’s it. That’s all it takes for my body to completely implode. Since I’m not able to make any noise or move, all I can do is dig my nails into Drew’s arm and hang on for dear life. My legs shake while my pussy contracts.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I may not be saying it out loud, but in my head, that’s all I can think.

Drew pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his napkin. He almost always licks them clean when my juices cover them, but that may be a little obvious right now.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he says.

“ I’m sexy? You just made me come under the table. I think you take the crown for being sexy tonight.”

Just when I’m about to suggest that we sneak off to the bathroom and bang one out, our food arrives. Guess it’ll have to wait until we leave.

Damn.

As we dig in, he asks, “So, how has your week been?”

Oh, so we are going to act like nothing at all just happened?

Lord, this is going to be the longest meal of my life.