I ran my hand down his stomach, stopping right above his belt. “What if I told everyone here how desperate you were to taste me again?” He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes as he turned on me. “I would put your ass on a table and show them. I don’t care if people watch. If anything, I prefer it. Let them see my head under your dress as you moan and scream for more. They would love how you wrap your fingers in my hair and force me harder against you, desperate for my tongue.”
