I don’t have a chance to exit the booth before he reaches me. He cups my cheek for a moment, thumb skimming my chin as he adjusts his palm and it comes to rest against my throat. He leans in and brushes his nose against mine. “I’m going to do filthy things to you later.” “I missed you, too.” “This outfit is drawing way too much attention,” he grinds out. I grin. “That was the plan.” “Figured as much. I’m guessing you won’t let me take you up to the room now.” My smile widens. “It’s like you know me.” “Game fucking on, Bea.” He slants his mouth over mine and gives me a panty-melting kiss.
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