Page 42 of Wicked Takeover
If this was how Lauren ate when she let loose, he couldn’t wait until she was on her knees between his legs, loving his boys and cock.
She licked pastry flakes from her lips.
His rod stiffened at that and her dazed delight, the same look she wore when he’d pounded his shaft into her sweet, tight channel.
He teased her lips with another bocadito.
Carnal and physical hunger flooded her face. She made a wanton sound. “What’s inside this one? The same as the other? Tasted like ham.”
“Let’s find out.” He bit it in half. Beef and onions made his taste buds sing. “Meat.” He claimed her mouth with his and transferred the food.
Lauren whimpered and licked his lips.
They fed each other, washing the bites down with beer and water, emptying the tray.
Lauren sucked his fingers clean.
He did the same with hers.
They stared at each other, smiling frequently for no reason. Or maybe there was one.
Dante sensed she felt as comfortable with him as he did with her. The evening was magic. More than he’d expected. An instrumental with castanets, drums, and Spanish guitars flowed through the night, the beat torrid, thickening his blood. The humid air didn’t cool it.
She toed off her sneaker and ran her foot over his toes.
Felt good. Ticklish yet erotic, too. He spoke from the heart. “I like eating with you.”
Lauren gave him a playful look. “We haven’t really eaten that way, have we?”
He imagined them nude and stretched out, her head facing his feet so her mouth could caress his balls and rod, while his tongue took care of her cleft and clit. “We will. In a way you won’t be able to imagine.”
Her pale skin flushed. “Yeah?”
“Hope you’re hungry.” Ricardo stopped at their table with the entrees. Boliche, which was beef roast filled with hard-boiled eggs and chorizo sausage, accompanied by a mound of Spanish rice and beans.
Lauren stared at her plate as if she were having a religious experience.
Dante couldn’t guess how many meals she’d skipped to pay her bills.
Ricardo rocked on his heels. “You guys need anything else?”
Privacy. Lauren looked reluctant to dig in while Ricardo hovered over her. “We’ll let you know if we do.” He shooed him away. “I’m sure you have other tables.”
Ricardo snickered quietly and took off.
Dante handed Lauren her fork. “Go on. Eat. Every last bite. I want that plate cleaned. If it’s not, there will be hell to pay.”
She ran her fork tines over his arm.
His hair stood on end.
“Are we talking about another spanking?” She stroked his neck. “You tying me up? Doing it in a public place?”
He liked her fantasies. “That’s not Hell. That’s Heaven. If, and that’s a big if, I give it to you. I see anything left on your plate and you won’t—”
“I’m eating.” She shoveled a forkful of boliche into her mouth, chewed, then moaned lustily.
The couple closest to them looked over.
