Her eyes grew wide.
“Sorry. I don’t like anything in the way of my workspace.”
“Wh—”
I pushed two fingers inside her.
“Holy shit,” she said as she bucked against my hand.
I leaned close. “Be careful. People are watching,” I teased.
“Then, stop touching me.”
“Not a chance.” I curved my fingers toward me, and within two seconds, I found the spongy spot inside her that was her G-spot.
“Oh God.” Her head fell back.
“Olivia.” I snapped my fingers.
She looked up, and I looked at my watch.
“The food will be here in ten minutes. If you don’t come by then, you’re going to have to suffer the whole ride back to Brook Creek.”
She whimpered.
“Don’t worry. I have faith in you.”
I rubbed her G-spot, keeping my eyes on her as she grew wetter and wetter, her special spot swelling under my fingers. She gripped the back of the chair and the bar until her knuckles were white.
It seemed like she wanted to move her hips, but I was sure she didn’t dare since she was in public. I was honestly surprised she was letting me touch her. I’d thought she would push me away, but maybe she really did want me to show her a thing or two about sex.
We were inching toward the ten-minute mark, and while I had threatened her with the female version of blue balls, I would never leave her in pain like that.
When I felt like she was as close as she was going to get to an orgasm, I slammed my thumb down on her clit, and she went off like a rocket.
She fell forward into my arms and cried out into my chest.
The angle was difficult, but I kept my hand on her, making sure I saw her climax through.
“I have your food,” a young woman said from behind the bar in front of us.
I smiled. “You can just set it down.”
The woman frowned. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah. She just had a rough day at work.” I rubbed Olivia’s back like she had been crying. “You okay to sit up now?” I asked her.
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Olivia
I nodded against Tommy’s chest.
It was a good thing he’d told the woman who had brought our food that I had been crying because I had no idea what my face looked like.
When I sat up, Tommy pulled his fingers from my body, and I flinched at the sudden withdrawal.
I straightened my bunched-up skirt and faced forward as he did the same.
“Do you need another drink?” the woman asked.
Tommy stuck the two digits that had just been inside me into his whiskey and swirled it around. He lifted the glass and took a sip. “Nope. This is perfect.”
“And you, ma’am?”
I stared at him. Even though he had just given me a fantastic orgasm, I thought watching him mix my juices with his drink was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Olivia?” he said.
“Hmm?”
“The nice lady asked if you needed another drink.”
“A water—” My voice was hoarse, so I cleared my throat. “A water would be great.”
She smiled sympathetically at me. “Of course.” She filled up a glass and pushed it in front of me. “I hope your day goes better from here on out.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
Tommy was already eating but managed a muffled, “Thank you,” as well.
The woman walked away, and I shifted in my seat. “I think I’d better go to the restroom and fix my makeup and hair.”
Tommy reached over and ran a finger under my eye. “There. You look beautiful.” He went back to his food and pushed one of the baskets I’d ordered over to me.
“How can you eat right now?” I asked in disbelief.
He wrinkled his forehead. “What do you mean?”
I leaned over to him. “After what you just did to me?”
“Got you off?” he said kind of loudly.
“Shh.” I scanned the room, but no one was looking at us. “Yes, that.”
He smiled. “Eat, Olivia. You’re going to need your strength for later.”
I nibbled on my food at first, but soon, I discovered that I was famished. Tommy and I finished our drinks and all our food in comfortable silence.
I was actually done before he was, and for it being still early in the night, I was getting tired.
“You ready to head back to Brook Creek?”
I’d been thinking about that while we were eating. “Can I tell you something that is going to sound a little weird?”
“Always.”
“Even after getting that letter today, I really want to go and stay at my house tonight.” I lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know. It’s as though I don’t like the fact that someone can scare me out of my own home, you know?”
Tommy didn’t say anything, and I looked down at my hands, embarrassed.
“I know; it’s stupid. Let’s pay the bill, and we’ll get on the road.” I summoned my courage and lifted my head. “I do need to go back to the office to grab my computer and briefcase.”
He lifted his hand for the bartender to come over. “I parked by your building, so we need to head back that way anyway.”
“Thanks.”
He put his hand on my knee. “And if you really want to stay at your place tonight, we can.”
A slow smile spread across my face. “We can?”
He rolled his eyes. I felt like it was more at himself than me. “Why not?” He looked at me. “But I’m sleeping in the same bed with you to make sure you’re safe. No sneaking out.”
I tried not to smile. I liked the idea of him sleeping in my bed.
A stern look crossed over his face. “Please tell me you have a security system.”
I shook my head.
He sighed. “Olivia. Even without the threats you’ve been getting, your job—”
I started laughing. “Fooled ya.”
“That’s not funny. I don’t want to have to constantly worry about you when I go back to Virginia.”
My first thought was, I didn’t want him to
