Amber lit up to see how Eric's eyes narrowed as she lightly bit him. Good, he'd be in for something more than vanilla. She could play with him... and he with her. They could be rough. Her mind flashed with the image of them naked and slicked with sweat, up against a wall. She wouldn't even be touching the ground, her back against the rigid surface and her legs and arms wrapped around him, as he fucked her. Fucked her hard as he could, without mercy. From the strength she'd noticed in his shoulders, she knew he could.
They needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
"I said if you want to be a gentleman," Amber said. "But if you want to score big with me, well, don't." She made a show of grinning and biting her lower lip, both to emphasize her point and to make clear that the last thing he should do was treat her like a dainty flower. Though from his own hints, she wasn't worried he would.
Amber was disappointed when Foreman pulled his hand from her face yet again. She knew it wasn't because of herself or her words; it couldn't be, not from the way he'd been growing more and more coiled with the sexual tension he couldn't properly release here. It had to be because of the waiter, and that was a pity. Amber wanted to be seen, by any and everyone, with this gorgeous man; she wanted her happiness and pleasure to be witnessed by all, even by this surly waiter.
Amber paid for her half of the wine and no tip. The waiter's work had been satisfactory once she'd made it clear she wouldn't accept shoddy service, but if he wanted his tip, he should've treated her right from the very beginning. He should be glad she wasn't going to report him to the management!
She picked her peony and let Eric help her slip on her coat. They touched lightly as she slid her arm through one sleeve and then the other; once she was dressed, she leaned her back against his chest and turned her head towards his, her lips parted slightly.
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They needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
"I said if you want to be a gentleman," Amber said. "But if you want to score big with me, well, don't." She made a show of grinning and biting her lower lip, both to emphasize her point and to make clear that the last thing he should do was treat her like a dainty flower. Though from his own hints, she wasn't worried he would.
Amber was disappointed when Foreman pulled his hand from her face yet again. She knew it wasn't because of herself or her words; it couldn't be, not from the way he'd been growing more and more coiled with the sexual tension he couldn't properly release here. It had to be because of the waiter, and that was a pity. Amber wanted to be seen, by any and everyone, with this gorgeous man; she wanted her happiness and pleasure to be witnessed by all, even by this surly waiter.
Amber paid for her half of the wine and no tip. The waiter's work had been satisfactory once she'd made it clear she wouldn't accept shoddy service, but if he wanted his tip, he should've treated her right from the very beginning. He should be glad she wasn't going to report him to the management!
She picked her peony and let Eric help her slip on her coat. They touched lightly as she slid her arm through one sleeve and then the other; once she was dressed, she leaned her back against his chest and turned her head towards his, her lips parted slightly.