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My entire body goes still.

"I heard every sound you made. Every moan. Every whimper." He nips my ear. "I was in my room listening to my wife make herself come."

Oh God.

"Do you want to know what it did to me?"

No. Yes. No.

"It made me so hard I couldn't see straight,” he murmurs. "I had to make myself come listening to you. The sounds you made were the filthiest, most desperate sounds I have ever heard, and they made me want you so bad.”

He shifts beneath me again, and I nearly come undone because I’m almost straddling him, my back to his chest, and the ridged outline of his cock is right against my clit.

“Oh…”

The ache between my legs is unbearable, and I’m desperate to squeeze them together for some relief. But he is holding my legs apart.

I start to subtly move against him, my brain having no part in the decision. My body decides it’s getting friction one way or another, and the fact that we’re in the middle of a restaurant and could get caught at any second somehow makes me even more turned on.

Someone could see us.

And the thrill makes me bite down harder on my lip.

“You can get off my lap anytime you like. I won’t stop you. I certainly won’t force you to stay,” he murmurs. "Or you can take what you want. No one's watching. One small movement. You're right there. I can feel how close you are."

He’s right. I am so freaking close.

I try to resist, but he shifts again. It’s subtle, and the movement grinds the thick length of him against the exact spot I need it to be, and my body clenches so hard my vision blurs.

"Let go, little rose," he whispers. "No one will know; it’s just you and me."

His hands take hold of my hips and rock me against him. Back and forth, over and over, his cock hitting the same spot through the fabric.

“Dante…” I whisper shakily.

His mouth finds my ear again. "Be a good girl and come on my cock."

My orgasm hits fast and hard. A silent, violent implosion that starts where his body meets mine and explodes outward.

My entire body goes rigid, and I have to swallow the sound trying to claw its way out of my throat as I come.

Waves of rolling pleasure last forever, and it is torture trying to keep my reaction locked inside when all I want to do is cry out.

I feel his grip tighten on me, and his ragged exhale against my neck. He keeps rubbing me against him until I feel him let himself go.

His growl rumbles against my ear, and his body locks beneath me. His cock pulses hard against me as he comes inside his pants.

"Fuck." The word tears out of him, and he presses it hard against my throat.

The last wave rolls through me and slowly fades, and one by one my muscles soften.

The table chatters on, unaware that Dante just made me come right in front of them.

The afterglow evaporates quickly. What replaces it is cold and hard, crawling along my skin as I realize what has just happened.

Dante didn't just do that to make me feel good.

He did it because I walked in here tonight and took a shot at his control, and he couldn't let that stand.