Harperwoulddo this in the middle of a restaurant, in fact he had already started.
And I was wet.
Soft lips pecked my own sweetly, swallowing the sound of my shock. We probably appeared as some nice, wholesome couple out for a meal while no one was the wiser about what was going down under this table.
In a whisper he said. “Shh, shh. None of that, sweetheart. You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”
Slowly, I shook my head.
“Ready for the rules?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Okay, I’m going to keep touching you just like this.” He dragged a slow finger from core to clit to demonstrate. “And there are two ways out. Option one, you can come on my hand. Option two, you say a word I approve of and I’ll stop. Deal?”
Well, that was a bit extreme, wasn’t it? Yet, I think he could tell me anything right about now and my answer would be the same. My voice even went hoarse with anticipation. “Okay.”
By the time Harper’s long fingers slipped under the lace of my panties, I was already quivering with need. He hummed in appreciation the moment his fingers connected with my wetness. Using it to slip up my sex and rub me where I was aching for him.
I whimpered involuntarily, and he leaned over to me and discreetly kissed my shoulder right where it met my neck, the motion more like the press of a smile against my skin than anything. “Youlikethis, don’t you?”
My breath stuttered and I ducked my head down close to his to hide the sound I definitely let slip.
“You better be quiet. The waiter’s coming back,” he warned. Yet, just as he did, he let those long fingers dip inside, filling me deliciously as the heel of his hand ground into my clit.
I latched onto his arm, my nails digging into his skin. “Harper?”
“Pull your jacket in your lap if you don’t want me to stop.” I obeyed without hesitation. He rewarded me by grinding his hand down harder, making my hips jerk. “Good, now order what you want, baby.”
“Can I get you anything else?” Our waiter asked as he appeared across the table with a pad in hand. Harper was far from making any wild movements under us, but he also didn’t stop his ministrations just because we had company. Cautiously, I scooted forward just to be sure I was being hidden by the table. As a result, the angle changed, causing Harper’s fingers to curl slightly upward and stroke something that almost made me scream right there in the dining room.
Setting my elbows on the table I covered my mouth with steepled hands, closing my eyes for a brief moment. Successfully riding out the wave without outing myself, I quickly said. “Cucumber salad please! And some more water. I’m getting a head rush.”
“Of course,” the man said, looking a little worried. “And you, sir?”
Harper grinned. “I’ll have what she’s having.”
Order placed, the waiter walked away and I slumped back against the chair in a relieved heap. The feeling didn’t last long as Harper’s attentions picked up. He was fingering me in earnest now, digits slipping in and out of me in a rhythmic slide.
I let my eyes close, reveling in this feeling that I was not supposed to be leaning into. This was bad, wrong, nothing like howI was supposed to be acting. Bad or not, it felt so good to have his hands on me again.
His warm laugh peppered my ears a moment later.
“I should have known you’d surprise me. I’m going to have to change the rules since you like this so much,” he said close to my ear again. “Say it, or I stop.”
Pressure was building up in my core, his fingers making me feel full, and the fact that there were people around who didn’t know what we were doing turned me on more.
I have no idea what I sounded like, but I know I was bordering desperation now. “Finish what you started and I’ll say it.”
That was so direct, it even surprised me.
I could tell he was impressed by the small smirk that played on his mouth. He looked at me then. “Can you do this?”
‘This’, I realized, meant‘can you come in the middle of this room without getting us kicked out’?
“Yes,” I sighed. It was lusty and breathy and right on the edge of my undoing. But it was a yes. I could do it. I wanted to do it. I wanted Harper to take me there.
He delivered his promise swiftly. Fingers going deep, the space between his thumb and index finger wrapping around that sensitive bud and pinching as if it wasn’t so sensitive at all.
