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He scoots a little closer, and his fingers from the hand on the back of my chair tickle my exposed shoulder.

“You know what I’d really like to do,” Jude continues. “Place you on my lap, facing this room. Spread you wide and finish you off with my cock buried deep inside you.”

I nearly choke on the burger in my mouth.

“Would you like that, naughty girl?”

I don’t answer him. I can’t. I’m afraid to move, but my hips rock subtly beneath the table. I clutch the edge of my seat and tip my hips. The angle shifts how Jude is touching me. He easily reaches something deep inside while his thumb works circular magic.

“Jude,” I whisper, knowing I’m so close to the edge, and it’s more than balancing on this seat.

“Easy there, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He practically purrs as he leans closer once more and kisses the side of my neck. The touch is featherlight, but his words at my ear are hot and hard.

“Come, my angel. You’re turned on by the thought of being on my lap, stroking my currently hard dick with your slick pussy and—”

My mouth falls open as I pitch forward. Slamming my elbows on the table and covering my lips with shaky hands, I sit straighter and ride Jude’s fingers. My orgasm hits like The Polar Express gliding out of control on an ice-covered lake. Hard and fast, I spiral toward a climax that ends all too quickly, screeching to a halt.

I’m not done with Jude. We need that small empty storage room.

Still, I practically sag against the table, and Jude strokes his other hand up my back, beneath my hair to cup my nape.

“Such a naughty girl.” He chuckles before pressing a kiss to my shoulder again. “Letting me finger fuck you at a family wedding.”

I turn my head to witness that sly smile of his grow to a full grin.

“Why would you do that?” he asks, a little too late for regret.

Why did I do this? His question might be rhetorical, but I have an answer.

“Because I trust you.” I trusted him to be here for me, and he showed. I trust him not to let my family see what he’s done to me beneath the table.

And I’m trusting him not to break my heart.

His eyes widen as he slowly removes his fingers and sits straighter in his seat. He takes his arm from the back of my chair and straightens his suit coat. With that same hand, he picks up a fry and chews while watching me. Then he takes the hand previously touching me, and sucks at his fingers, like they contain the salty residue of greasy fries.

Oh, he’s good. The bad take on what he’s doing would only be caught by a trained eye, but like I thought, I’ve trusted him not to expose us. Not to expose me and what he’s just done.

“Now what?” I joke, the sound almost bitter. Because what I’d really love is for us to slip into that small closet-like space and finish this little snack in the position he just suggested.

I’d ride him reverse cowgirl like a woman on Santa’s lap.

Please, Santa, can I have another. I only want orgasms given by him.

He snorts. “Now, you finish eating that last slider while I mentally talk down my dick. Then we’ll dance, knowing you still ache for me.” He leans close once more. “Don’t worry, angel. I ache for you, too.”

He kisses me quickly, then reaches for another fry and pops it into his mouth, smiling like a Dr. Seuss character pleased with the places he takes me.

chapter 36

[Jude]

I’d almost fucked up.

When she told me she loved food, I almost said I love you. Which I never say to anyone, other than my sister, and even then, it’s a shortened version.

I don’t know what’s come over me other than a foreboding feeling that the wedding is my last night with Angelica.

A date for a date. Yet, somehow, we’ve turned into so much more.