Dinner can’t end quickly enough; the entire meal a taunting reminder of the power Jasper and his magical voice have over my body. Stupid, orgasm inducing chicken.
The waitress makes her way over to the table asking if we’d like to see a dessert menu.
“NO!” I say a little too loudly. “I mean, no thank you. We’d just like the check please.”
The waitress looks at me like I’ve just escaped out of Bellevue while Jasper just snickers into his
napkin.
“A bit eager to leave are we?” He asks me after she leaves.
“What? Oh…no…I mean…” I trail off. I’m not exactly sure what to say. I mean, there is no real tactful way for me to tell him I want out of this restaurant so we can go someplace so he can fuck me so hard up against a wall my body will leave an impression in it.
“I don’t know about up against a wall Darlin’, but hopefully the bed will suffice…at least tonight anyway…the wall can wait for another night,” He whispers before turning towards our approaching waitress and handing her his credit card to pay the bill.
I just stare at him slack jawed…I really need to work on the whole keeping my thoughts inside my head thing. My mouth is seriously going to get me in trouble.
“Mmm…I’m sure that pretty mouth of yours can do more than just get you in trouble Bella, but for now why don’t you close it as the one thing I would like to put in it is inside my pants right now and I don’t think the people in this restaurant are looking for that kind of show.”
See what I mean… T.R.O.U.B.L.E.
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