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But just in case we’re caught . . .
“Enzo,” she protests as my hand works the button and then the zipper of her black pants. “What if someone saw us leave?”
I really don’t give a shit if anyone saw us, which is, needless to say, not like me. But instead of saying that, I just watch her eyes widen as my hand slips lower, finding its goal.
“Thank you,” I say, cupping her.
Chari’s lips part. “For?”
I slip a finger inside, positioning myself between her and the door, just in case.
“Being so fucking awesome.”
Her chest rises and falls, the buttons across her breasts taunting me as I flick my thumb across her clit the best I can in this position.
“Do you need that shirt after tonight?”
Her face is becoming flushed.
“Why?”
I’m relentless, and I make no apologies for it.
“Because when we get back to the hotel, I can’t guarantee you’ll have any working buttons left on it.”
My little tiger likes when I talk dirty, so I don’t let up, knowing we have to get back inside soon.
“And I don’t plan to be gentle. Not with your shirt”—I flick my thumb again and work her pussy as if my life depends on it—“or with you.”
That does the trick. Chari comes apart in my hand. I wait long enough for her to catch her breath and then bring my other hand around, the napkin I grabbed on the way out replacing the hand in her pants.
“You come prepared.” The smile in her voice lifts me as high as the mountain peaks around us.
“I’m getting the hang of dating a girl who likes to go commando,” I tease her, carefully zipping her pants back up. I kiss her one last time, knowing we have to go back in.
“I like the sound of that,” she says, pulling away slightly.
“Going commando?” I deliberately misunderstand, earning a swat from her. I know what she means, of course, and I like the sound of it too.
“No.”
“Well, we are dating, are we not?”
She nods as if it’s a no-brainer. But it’s not. We haven’t really had a discussion about it yet. And we need to. Work. Expectations. Long-distance.
But those matters can wait.
I think of the good-looking French financier. One thing can’t wait.
“Do you still want to date other people, Chari?”
I can’t believe how the words stick in my throat. If she says yes, it will kill me.
Her reply is instant, thank God. “No, Enzo. I don’t.”
I let out a breath.
“Good.” I start to open the door, my eyes on her, and she clears her throat. I laugh, having done it deliberately.
