揅ome here,?he grits out.
I glance around the dark, empty garage, and then I crawl across the gearshift and settle in his lap. His dick settles against the soaked lace of my underwear as my dress fans out around our laps. I moan at the contact.
Crew抯 hand slides up my thigh and between my legs. He growls when he feels how wet I am, the rumble deep and possessive and followed by my name.
He just came, but I抦 so worked up I think he could breathe on me and I抎 explode. His hand moves to his cock, fisting the long length and rubbing against my center. 揧ou want this, Scarlett??
揧es.?I pack as much need into the three letters as I can manage, drawing the word out into a whimper as he starts to nudge inside me.
揟his is okay, right? You抮e okay??
Forget breathing. The slight pressure and the concern in his voice causes me to ball my fists to fight off my orgasm. 揑抦 fine,?I gasp. 揊ully recovered. Just fuck me. Please.?
He does, moving my thong to the side and filling me with the delicious glide I抳e missed. His mouth finds the spot between my neck and my shoulder, pressing warm, wet kisses and whispering dirty words against my skin. I rock and grind against him, meeting every thrust until I fall off the peak of pleasure. Waves of warmth spiral and spread, leaving me sated and spent. I feel Crew shudder as he comes inside of me.
I don抰 move from his lap, wanting to stay in this moment for a little while longer. Connected, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
揘ot bad for an old married couple, huh??
My lips tug up into a smile as I lean back and pat his abs. 揋lad you haven抰 let yourself go.?
His smile is wide and genuine as I slide off him and back to my side of the car. We both fix our outfits before Crew starts the car and rolls out of the garage. He drives with one hand, keeping the other tangled with mine.
I recognize the restaurant he stops outside, even though I抳e never eaten here before. It抯 known for being trendy and upscale.
Crew hands the keys over to the valet and we head inside. There抯 another couple waiting at the hostess stand we stop behind.
揌ave you been here before??I ask.
He shakes his head. 揟hey have the best view.?
揃est view of what??
揧ou抣l see,?is his cryptic answer.
I look around, taking in the brick walls and the black accents and the metal chairs. And the blonde woman walking toward us.
揥hat a surprise!?Hannah抯 voice is peppy, filled with false confidence.
Crew says nothing.
揑s it??I question, keeping my voice short and dry.
揌ow are you? I heard you had a baby??Hannah glances at my stomach, like she抯 looking for evidence.
Before I have to respond, another woman approaches us. 揌an, the table is ready.?
揙h, okay,?Hannah replies. 揑抣l be right there, Savannah.?
Savannah has focused on Crew. Her eyes widen appreciatively, then slide to me. 揙h my God. I love your dress.?
揟hank you.?I look her over and hide a smile. 揑 like yours too.?
揟hanks.?Savannah glances down at the beaded bust. 揑t抯 from rouge抯 summer line. I just love their stuff.?
Hannah抯 mouth twists like she抯 sucking on a slice of lemon. Savannah is clearly oblivious, but it抯 obvious Hannah knows who owns rouge.
揟hat抯 one of yours??Crew asks, sounding surprised. Nothing he works on has a tangible output you can run into on the street. I抳e seen strangers reading my magazine and wearing my clothes before, but it still feels strange.
揌oly shit!?Savannah suddenly exclaims. 揧ou抮e Scarlett Kensington, aren抰 you??
揧ep,?I reply. 揂nd this is my husband, Crew. We抮e celebrating our wedding anniversary.?
揂ww. That is so romantic,?Savannah gushes.
揅rew is super romantic,?I praise. 揂nd so supportive. On the drive here, he said the sweetest things to me.?I don抰 look over, but I抦 sure he抯 stifling some amusement.
揧ou made it hard not to.?Humor dances in those blue depths, obviously proud of the innuendo.
Hannah looks annoyed and uncomfortable. Savannah is beaming at us like we抮e couple goals come to life.
A waiter approaches. 揗r. and Mrs. Kensington? Your private table is ready, if you抎 like to follow me up to the terrace.?
I give Hannah and Savannah a little wave. 揈njoy your evening, ladies.?
揝o I抦 super romantic??Crew teases as we follow the ma顃re de through the restaurant.
揧ou have your moments,?I reply. 揂nd it was brag about that or trade insults with your jealous ex.?
揌annah isn抰 my ex-anything.?
揥hatever.?
揑t抯 cute when you抮e jealous, Red.?Crew leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. 揈specially when you抮e full of my cum.?
I suppress a shiver that has nothing to do with the fact the air conditioning is on full blast in here. The tuxedo-clad ma顃re de keeps walking toward the elevator, completely unaware of the fact my husband抯 mouth is the exact opposite of everything else in here: filthy.