“Tony, what are we gonna do? We can’t go out there like this!” The mirrors that served as some kind of sexy voyeurism tool are now reflecting the image of a woman who survived a mauling and barely lived to tell the tale.
Tony slides out of me slowly and cleans us up silently and efficiently. He tucks himself back into his pants and appraises me from head to toe with his hands in his pockets as I stick my wobbly foot into a heel that must have fallen off while we were going at it. “You look properly fucked to me. Isn’t that always the goal, baby?”
I send a scathing glare that must give off angry kitten vibes, because he chuckles as he undoes my ponytail, running his strong fingers through my thick strands.
A soft moan escapes my lips.
“Nikki, if you’re not trying to go for round two, I suggest you keep those noises for when we get back home. For my ears only.” He steps back and rights my dress, making sure the knot is tightly in place.
I put my hand out for my final but most essential piece of clothing.
“What?” Tony feigns confusion.
“My panties,por favor.” I huff.
He takes them out of his pocket and dangles them on his forefinger. “Oh, these panties?” He holds them up high when I attempt to snatch them out of his hand.
“Real mature, using your mammoth size for evil.”
He laughs as he turns toward the full-length mirror. My jaw drops as I watch him tuck my thong into his suit jacket and adjust it as a pocket square. “Perfect. I can still smell you like this.”
“You’re going to send me back out there without panties? Are you insane?”
He spins quickly and reaches me in one step. “And what if I told you that I was? That you’ve driven me mad by sitting pretty next to your ex all night while I kept your belovedcavemanunder wraps and well behaved… well, sort of, until you tempted me by breaking away to this bathroom. So yes,mi amor. I am sending you back to your table without panties. So you can sit next to your ex, and he can smell my come leaking out of you. So he, too, can be driven to the point of madness like I have tonight. And maybe then he will finally understand that you no longer belong to him, because you—”
“You are mine.” I mock his deep, velvety voice.
“Do you think this is funny,Nicolette?”
“Oh shit, government name has been dropped.” I try to stifle a giggle. He looks like he’s about to bend me over and spank me again, and as much as the thought makes me tingle all over, we don’t have the time for that. I put my hands on the lapels of his suit and work them up until they’re intertwined behind his neck. “No, I don’t think it’s funny. I’m just laughing because I was sure you would Hulk smash our table and send our dinners flying when Justin touched my hand.”
He grunts. “Thought about it.” He looks down at me, and his eyes soften. “But I wouldn’t want you in the blast zone.” He kisses my forehead.
“Okay, guess we should get back out there. I’m sure they’ve cleared my table by now. Just dessert, and then I should be good to go. Should we leave separately?”
He shakes his head. “Absolutely not. Once you’re done with dinner, you’re joining our table, and we’re telling Amelia and Evan about us. I won’t wait a minute longer to claim you publicly.”
I sharpen my gaze. “You didn’t tell Evan about us? Because I’m pretty sure he suspects, if he doesn’t already know.”
Tony exhales heavily. “That bastard is like a bloodhound. I didn’t tell him anything, but I know he suspects.”
I nod. “Okay, then let’s get out of here and get this over with.”
“Um, Nikki?” I hear the smile in Tony’s voice as I look down and make sure my outfit is properly in place.
“Yeah?” I look up to him.
“I missed a spot.” He points to the trail of his release reaching the side of my knee.
“You sure I can’t get those panties back?”
“Not a chance.”
46
Antonio
“What took you so long?”Amelia asks as I take my seat, facing Nikki.
