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I smile, landing another strike on her left cheek, then her right, watching her body tense, her mouth open, and the pink bloom over her porcelain skin.
"Please, Tobias," she begs, her voice cracking.
"Please what, baby girl?"
"Touch me," she pleads, her fingers tightening on the vehicle.
"Spread your legs wider."
She obeys without question, a whimper falling from her lips.
My hand slides down her hip, savoring the feeling of her soft skin. Teagan arches herself back and towards me, trying to shift my hand quicker to the apex of her thighs.
"This is what a punishment does to you, baby. It makes you needy. Needy for me."
"God, yes," she moans, her head falling forward, her knees wobbling.
Fuck dinner. My sweet little Teagan is here, hot and ready for me, her bare ass beneath my hands. We can get reservations another time. Right now, I’m so hard that I could rival an iron bar and she’s so wet I can smell it. I grab both of her hips in my hands and pull her back towards me, grinding my cock against her ass until she moans, and?—
And now I hear the sound of tires on gravel. Cursing, I move to block anyone's view of Teagan, but she manages to get her panties back on and her dress straightened before the car even appears. The car passes by and keeps going, and in seconds, we’re alone again. Who knows if it’s a car full of hikers or just lost travelers? But I’m both thankful and pissed as hell that they interrupted us.
Happy because I almost lost control and took her roughly, just the way I need to so badly, but not the way she needs. And pissed off because we both want each other so much that I don’t know how much longer we’re going to be able to hold out.
"Woah," she breathes, looking at me with wide eyes, her pupils blown with lust. "That was really close."
Raking a hand through my hair, not caring if it fucks it up or not, I blow out a frustrated breath. "No kidding. Get in Teagan, we’re going to be late."
She blinks a few times as if she didn’t hear me correctly. "What? But we just…"
"Yeah, baby girl, I know what we just did. Just what I intended." I grab her chin between my forefinger and thumb. "You got a little taste of punishment, and now you’ve got something to think about during dinner. Now, let’s go."
Teagan’s mouth works like she wants to argue, but she doesn’t say a word, climbing back into the passenger seat when I open the door for her. I adjust my cock in my pants as I walk around the truck and get inside, ready to lose my fucking mind. Now I have to sit through an entire damned dinner, knowing exactly what Teagan’s naked ass looks like and the soft sounds she makes when I spank it.
God, I can’t take much fucking more. I need her. I have to fucking have her. But for right now, as I pull out onto the main road once more, I repeat my one and only objective for the rest of the evening.
Get through dinner. Just get through dinner.
We get to The Violet Hour with two minutes to spare.
"You look very handsome, Tobias." Teagan reaches up, adjusting the collar of my shirt. "I love a man in a suit," she purrs.
"Do you now?" I grin down at her, placing my hand on the small of her back and guiding her inside. "Well, I'm happy to provide whatever you need, baby girl."
"I think you've proven that, sir." She grins. "Even if I’m a little sore."
Fuck. The way she calls me "sir" has my dick hardening all over again. But we are finally here. Finally about to have a meal together out at a proper restaurant, by fucking candlelight no less. Just what she deserves. A classy dinner where I can find out more about the little temptress who has so easily managed to ensnare me. No, temptress is the wrong word. Teagan is a beautiful, innocent breath of fresh air. It’s how pure she is that has drawn me in in the first place, and now I’m already ready to leave my mark on her. She might not be as pure as the driven snow when I’m done with her, but she’ll be something even better—mine.
"Mr. Terrazas," a short man with a receding hairline and a nervous expression greets us, shaking my hand. "Welcome. Please follow me."
Teagan’s hand is in mine, but she stops for a beat before following along. I frown. "You okay?"
"That’s the first time I’ve heard your last name," she whispers, surprised, as we walk. "How did I not even notice?"
"We’ve been busy." I squeeze her hand. "I know yours, but only because I heard someone call you Ms. Alvin."
"Terrazas." She turns my name over in her mouth a few times, a dreamy look on her face. "I like it."
I glance down at Teagan, noticing the way she looks around the restaurant. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are slightly parted. It's obviously the first time she's been here, but it's not mine. This place has been a staple of Chicago for decades. Hell, it's been around since the sixties. I've done business with plenty of the local crime families back in my days as a hitman, but it's a totally new thing to come here ready to spoil my lovely Teagan.
