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“Yeah, I thought that was you. You look…great.”
“Doesn’t she?” Ryan agreed, lifting his free hand and offering it to Benny. “Ryan Boyé.”
Benny shook his hand. “Benny Stewart. Ang and I were high school sweethearts.”
Ryan plunged a finger inside of me. “Is that right?”
I released a tiny whimper, closed my eyes again, and rested my head against the back of the booth.
I heard Benny say, “Yeah. Uh, you okay, Angie?”
“Oh, she’s fine. See, right now, I have my hand in her panties and my fingers…well, you can imagine where my fingers are.”
I gasped, partly because of what Ryan had said and partly because I was about a second away from an orgasm.
“Oh, um…” was Benny’s response.
“Yeah, so if you’ll excuse us, I’m pretty sure she’s about to—”
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned. I wasn’t loud, but I wasn’t whispering either, so I was sure Benny had heard me.
My eyes fluttered open, and Ryan smiled as he leaned in to kiss me. “There it is. How’d that feel, baby? Good?” he asked me.
My chest was heaving as I nodded and whined, “Uh-huh.”
“When we get home, it’ll be my turn, right?”
I was in no shape to argue with him, especially since his hand was still in my panties. So I said, “Yes.”
“Uh-um…Joslyn’s waiting for me at our table so I’d better go. It was nice seeing you, Angie.”
I looked up at Benny and sighed as Ryan finally moved his hand. “Mm-hmm.”
After Benny left, I gawked at Ryan in disbelief.
“What?” he asked.
“I cannot believe you told him what you were doing.”
He shrugged. “He wants you back. Now he knows that won’t happen.”
“Ryan, he has a wife and eight thousand kids. I’m the last thing on his mind,” I said, as I dug in my small purse for the wet wipes I kept with me for occasions like this.
Ryan took the wipe from me and shook his head. “I’m a man, baby. I know other men. The way he was looking at you? He wants you back. I had to let him know to back the hell off.”
“By telling him we were committing a lewd act in public?”
As he wiped his hands, he said, “Yep, because, A: I’m one thousand percent sure he never did that to you. B: I’m ten thousand percent sure he never made you come at all. And C: He now knows he can’t compete.”
“He couldn’t have competed anyway, because A: I don’t want his ass, and B: Who could compete with you?”
“Shit, I know no one can compete with me. Now he knows it, too. He’ll be thinking about tonight for months, about the way you looked and the sound you made when that orgasm hit you.”
Before I could respond, the club’s manager took the small stage and began introducing the night’s performer, so I took the napkin and placed it on Ryan’s lap, sliding my hand into his pants as I settled in to enjoy the show in my ruined panties.
“Where you going?” I asked, as I felt her head leave my chest.
“To pee.”
