“Remember what I told you?” he asks, not taking his eyes from the apex of my thighs. I nod. “That you were going to devour me on a table in the restaurant.” “Damn straight, Blackbird. And this is a meal I’ve been fucking dying for.” Rowan stretches my panties to one side, lowers his head, and feasts. He wasn’t lying. There could be people walking by. They could be staring in the window. They could be at the table next to us and he doesn’t fucking care. He ravages my pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. He lavishes every piercing with attention and sucks on my clit. He plunges his
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