Empty, because I did it two more times and he did nothing about it other than spread his legs wider.
His fingers pull on my dark hair, twirling a strand around his finger. “Trusting me with what?”
“With your dessert choice.”
“Have you never had pineapple upside-down cake?”
He shakes his head. “No. This will be a first for me.”
I slide my hand up his inner thigh and cup him softly.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers and the feel of his breath on my ear and the desperation in his voice has me rising from the booth and pulling on his hand. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Bathroom.”
His brows narrow. “Not happening.”
I lean back into the booth and whisper, “Are you passing up a blow job?”
Slowly, he raises his hand past the curtain of hair that has fallen over my shoulder and cups my cheek. “No, you’ll blow me when we get home. I’m passing up on the moment to cheapen my wife in a restaurant bathroom. I’d rather you stroke me under this table, make me as hard as stone, so I have to wait until we get home for those delicious lips to suck me off.”
When he says it like that . . .
I scoot back into the booth, and this time, I face him, bringing one of my legs up on the booth seat, giving me a better angle.
“If that’s the case.” I press my hand to his crotch and delight in the way he leans back in the booth, his arms spreading along the length of the red leather. “You realize how sexy you are?”
I smooth my hand back down his thigh, not wanting to be too obvious in the booth. We are in public, after all, and I really like it here. I don’t want to be banned because of cupping my husband under the table.
“Not as sexy as you are.”
I roll my eyes. “Lame, Greyson.”
“Maybe.” He reaches out and twirls a strand of my hair again. “But it’s the truth.”
From the corner of my eye, I catch another patron of the restaurant walk up to the jukebox and flip through the songs for a few moments before picking one. “Brown Eyed Girl” plays, and Pike smirks.
“If only the lyrics would be grey-eyed girl, then this moment would be perfect.”
Mika drops off our dessert and leaves us with one fork, just as Pike requested. He stares at the dessert and then picks up the fork, carefully cutting into it. The yellow cake and pineapple stick together and the brown sugar sauce threatens to drip off the cake as he brings me the first bite. Eyes on him, I wrap my lips around the fork and allow him to drag it out of my mouth.
“You’re in so much fucking trouble tonight.”
I chew and swallow. “Just the way I like it.” I take the fork from him and cut a piece of the cake so I can feed him myself. I bring the fork to his lips and ask, “Are you into spanking, Pike?”
He takes the cake and says, “I’m into everything.”
“Everything?” I ask, a quirk to my brow.
“Everything.”
Fascinated by this answer, I ask, “Okay, what’s the craziest thing you’ve done?”
He studies me. “You want the truth?”
“I do,” I answer, even though from his expression, I’m guessing it’s not going to be anything I’ve ever done.
“Okay.” He offers me a bite of the cake and I take it, letting the sweet taste of caramelized, buttered brown sugar sit on my tongue. “I used to be a member of a sex club.”
Uhh . . .
What?
My eyes widen.
“Wait, seriously?”
He nods. What? I can’t wrap my head around this.
Leaning in close so no one can hear me, I ask, “Are you telling me that Mr. Greyson, the newest member of the Forest Heights teaching staff, used to be a member of a sex club?”
“I was.”
“Wow . . . I mean, I was expecting you to say something like you let someone fuck you with a vibrator, but a sex club . . .”
“That, too.” He winks and I gulp as my mouth waters. The thought of fucking Pike with a vibrator while I swallow his come sounds so appealing that I actually yearn for it.
I can focus on that fantasy later, but right now, I need to know more about this sex club. Because I’ve always thought that British men were more . . . staid. Reserved. But nothing about this man is staid and reserved. In fact, the more I learn, the more I see he’s valiant and provocative. And he wants me. Lucky me. “When? How? With who?”
“When I was finishing university. It was my last year when I decided to join. Thought that joining would add that missing spice in my life with Iris.”