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Chapter 16

SADIE

Miguel is looking at me like he wants to throw me on the table and have me for supper. God, that look of his is going to be the end of

me. His eyes are so dark they’re practically black, and they are full of heat right now. I’d nearly lost it on the dance floor when he’d pressed his hard c**k against me. Just the memory of it has me all hot and bothered.

I’m momentarily distracted from the ache in my p**y by the huge pan of food in between us. It’s laid out in a decorative way with shrimp and mussels forming a circle on top of the rice with a few lemon wedges. My stomach growls at the sight of it, making Miguel let out another soft laugh.

“I want to satisfy all your appetites,” he says, filling a plate for me. “Let’s start with food.”

I take the heaping plate from him and wait until he’s served himself before taking a bite. I let out a small groan of pleasure when my taste buds spark to life. He raises an eyebrow at me, and the heat in his eyes has my p**y so wet I’m afraid I’ll leave a stain on the chair.

“I love how you always make it obvious when you enjoy something. It makes me curious about what other noises you’ll make, especially when you don’t feel the need to mu**e them,” he says with a wicked grin.

My face heats up to an uncomfortable degree when I remember how he was right outside my door after I’d made myself c**m in the bathtub. I knew he’d heard me!

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I say, hoping I’m somehow mistaken.

He leans in closer, and when he speaks his voice is low and s**y and just the sound of it is

about to make me c***m.

“I know you were f*g yourself, Sadie. I heard your m**d scream and the splash of water as you fingered yourself. Tell me, did you use one finger or two?”

I’m so stunned that it takes me a second to say anything. “Two,” I finally whisper.

The grin he gives me is downright sinful. “Good girl. What did you think about?”

“You, I always think about you.”

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“You’ll have to be a bit more descriptive than that. Tell me what you imagined me doing to

you.”

“You were bending me over the bed. Your hands were gripping my hips so hard that I couldn’t move. All I could do was lay there while you f**d me hard and fast.”

I can’t believe I actually told him that, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me that makes it impossible to lie. He lets out a small groan at my words and I can see his knuckles whiten from how tightly his fist is clenched.

“What were you doing outside the door?” I ask, voicing the question I’ve been most curious

about.

His dark eyes bore into mine before I see his lips quirk up in a devilish grin. “I was jerking off with a pair of your panties.” He gets a spoonful of paella, but before he brings it to his mouth, he says, pink and lacy. The feel of it dragging along my c**k was

“It was a tho pure heaven because I knew they were the same ones you’d had pressed against that perfect p* of yours. I came all over them, soaked them actually, just like I want to do to every inch of your body.”

He says it so calmly, so matter of fact, and when he’s done, he brings the spoon to his mouth and closes his eyes in appreciation.

I can’t take my eyes off him and the way his jaw is working as he eats, the way his Adam’s apple moves when he swallows, everything about him is so d**n masculine and s**y. When he opens his eyes, he sees me staring at him and smiles.

“Delicious,” he says.

All I can think about is how much I wish his head was between my thighs right now. Judging by the way he’s looking at me, he’s thinking the same thing. I try and focus on my meal, but it’s not long before I’ve slipped my foot out of one heel and am toeing my way up his shin. He doesn’t say anything, just eyes me curiously. Our table is small enough for me to be able to run my foot along his thigh, and I accidentally drop my spoon with a loud clatter when I hit his very large, very hard c**k.

I look around embarrassed at the attention I’ve brought our way, and when I look back at Miguel, he’s giving me a gorgeous smile that’s clearly showing the dimple I love so much in his cheek.

“Careful, little one,” he warns. “Make sure you can handle it before you start teasing me.”

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I’m too far gone to listen to wisdom, so instead smile and run my foot over the hard length of him. G**d, he feels good. The idea of all that being inside me has me nearly panting and drooling at the table.

When I keep teasing him, he says, “Just remember that I did warn you, my sweet girl.”

I push his warning aside again. I’m too addicted to the feel of his c**k beneath my foot. Slipping out of my other heel, I bring both feet up so I can tease his d**k even more. His jaw is clenched so tightly I’m worried he may c**k a tooth, and if it wasn’t for the waitress showing up right at this exact moment, I’m not sure what would’ve happened.

Miguel speaks to her in Spanish never taking his eyes off mine. She disappears and then quickly reappears with the bill. He doesn’t even glance at the charge, just hands her a card and then signs the receipt she brings back to him. Handing her a generous tip, he stands and grabs my hand, pulling me up as soon as I’ve slipped my heels back on.

Without a word, he leads me out of the restaurant and to the waiting car. He says something to the driver that I don’t catch, not that I’d understand it if I did, and then helps me into the back. Once we’re alone, he grabs onto me, and in one quick motion I’m laying across his lap with his c**k pressing into my stomach. He wraps one hand around the back of my neck, keeping me in place and traces a line up my legs with his other one. I’m already moaning by the time he gets to my inner thighs.

“You have so much to learn, little one,” he says, brushing my skirt up so my a** is on full display.

“You’d better teach me then,” I say, making him laugh.

“Oh, believe me, I will.”

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