Chapter 9 Bomb Drop #3
I return to my seat before responding, “Only if you let it. I plan on behaving exactly as we have been, starting now.” I pull her into my lap, facing outward.
She squeals, “What are you doing?”
I don’t want her overthinking and interfering with our possible last night together, so the next part of the evening starts now.
“Put the ring next to your purse, sweetheart.” She does as I say before I pull her back against me and swivel my chair to face the closest window.
I spread my legs, opening hers that are draped over mine, and I tilt her head to the side, swiping the hair from her neck.
My lips work their magic there while my hands cup and massage her breasts.
“We can’t do this here. They might come in.”
“Our backs are to them. They’ll only be able to hear your pleasure, not witness it. Too bad for them.” She has no idea they won’t return until I call for them. I think I’ll keep it that way.
She moans, and goose bumps break out on her skin.
“You like the sound of that, baby? You better be loud and give them something to get off to later,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers.
She’s writhing on my lap, grinding her ass into my shaft, while I continue devouring her neck and palming her breasts.
“Eli.”
“Yeah, baby? You ready to put on a show?” My hand snakes down the front and rubs between her legs.
She moans loudly.
“Such a dirty girl. Let them hear how badly you need it.”
Her body stretches, begging for more. I reach inside her panties to find her wet slit swollen in desire. I rim her opening a few times before sliding in. My other hand grips her neck.
“Oh God, Eli, please. Yes, more.”
“Louder, baby. They want to hear you beg as much as I do. How bad do you want it? Should we show them?” Her core tightens at those last words, confirming my decision to give her an imaginary audience. My girl likes a little kink, but I’ve never thought of this before. Damn.
“I need it, Eli. Please give it to me.”
“Good girl. You beg so well.”
I nip at her neck and then suck while my fingers curl up inside her, flicking her G-spot until she comes undone seconds later, contracting as she climaxes. Her moans become louder as she shudders through her release and goes limp in my arms with a contented sigh.
“How was that?” I ask while nuzzling her neck.
“Do you really need to ask? I think the orgasm speaks for itself.” She smiles lazily and turns her head to kiss me.
I bring my hand up and shove my fingers in her mouth.
“Clean them off, baby.” But within five seconds I’m too turned on and replace them with my mouth for a taste.
We moan in unison, and before I know it, she’s turned around and straddling me, opening my pants to free my aching cock.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a condom, quickly sheathing myself, shoving her panties to the side, and pulling her down in one swift move.
She squeezes her core, and the feel of her tight channel around my dick makes me throw my head back and savor the moment.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot. Ride me.”
I pull down her dress, exposing her tits, and suck one into my mouth, flicking the nipple before biting it.
She’s bouncing up and down, squeezing my cock, but I want more.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I stand up and press her back against the glass in front of us as she grips me with her legs.
“You ready to be fucked hard, baby?”
“God yes.” This woman is insatiable.
“All right, baby, I’ve got you.” She loosens her grip on my neck and leans back against the window as I jerk my hips, pummeling her into the glass as hard as I can.
“Fuck. Feels so good.” I continue pumping in and out, panting as her cries of pleasure fill the room, and then I remember where we are.
“They’re going to come in any minute. Watch me fuck you like an animal with your tits hanging out. Is that okay, baby? Can they watch?”
Her eyes squeeze shut. “Oh God, Eli. I’m gonna come.”
“Good girl, come for them. Let them see you fall apart.” And she does, bringing me right over the edge with her.
“FUCK, GODDAMMIT…,” I groan, then give one final thrust and go still while my cock pulses out its release before slumping into Cici.
“Fuck, woman. You undo me.”
“Ummm. We just had sex in the middle of a restaurant. I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual.”
I lean my upper body back and look at her. “Did you like it? The thought of them walking in?” I want her to admit it.
“I guess I did. It was hot. But if they had come in, I think I would have freaked out and had you stop, so thank God they didn’t.”
I kiss her nose and say with a smirk, “They were told not to come back after dinner. But it was fun making you think otherwise.”
“You brat.” She shoves my chest, but we’re still connected.
I slowly retract and set her gently on the ground, steadying her while she regains her balance. “That was a perfect start to the evening, that’s for sure. I didn’t plan on fucking you here, but you were too sexy to resist.”
“A perfect start? What are we doing now?” she asks as she puts herself together while I take care of the condom, discreetly tying it up and placing it in my pocket until we get home.
“Now that your brother’s coming home, I’m not letting our last overnight go to waste. We won’t be sleeping—I can tell you that much. The rest is up for negotiation.”
“Is that so?” She returns to the table and pauses, staring at the ring beside her purse. “Eli—”
“Don’t, Cici. Put it somewhere safe for now.
You have until New Year’s. Let it go and enjoy our time tonight.
Besides, you won’t be able to think of anything other than what I’m doing to you later, I promise.
Now, come on, I’m already impatient for round two,” I say, wrapping my arm around her waist to lead her from the room.
With the bill settled up front, nothing is left to do but bring my woman home and keep reminding her why she belongs with me.
If this is my last chance, I’ll need to make it count.
The worst part is knowing I won’t have another year to hold out hope for her to return like the last time she left.
I’ve known Cici was special since the first night we were together, almost two years ago now.
I’d never met anyone else like her. I also knew she had similar feelings toward relationships that I did at the time—no strings attached.
It didn’t save me from falling for her, but it did stop me from pressuring for more, knowing it would only push her away.
I decided to cherish whatever time we had, and when I let her go the first time, I expected she’d eventually mend things with her parents and return home.
Luckily for me, Jackson coerced her into it, giving me this second chance to win her over while ending up madly in love with her.
I’ve done everything I can to show my feelings without smothering her until playing my final hand and laying it out.
If she doesn’t say yes to marrying me, I’ll let her go for good this time—I’ll have to.
And as much as I’ve tried, I’m finding it damn hard to prepare myself for that outcome.
“So what’s your plan now that I’m back? Are you sticking around for a while or heading back to Bozeman soon?
” Jackson asks his sister as we’re seated around the table at their parents’ house for Christmas dinner.
The Solomans were nice enough to include us since Lily’s practically family and Sebastian and I don’t have any.
Jackson ended up being too late for Mia.
By the time they released her from the program, she was already dating someone and decided to stay where she was.
So I’m not the only one going through hell today.
I don’t wish the feelings of loss on anyone, but it helps to have someone to commiserate with, even if he doesn’t know I am.
“Are you trying to get rid of me already?” Cici deflects.
“No, but I feel bad for keeping you here so long. I figured you’d be ready to go home.” Jackson leaves no room to avoid the question.
Cici’s eyes travel from her parents to me.
“I’m not sure I’m ready per se, but I have to return at some point since all my stuff is there, and I still have my condo.
Even though I’m subleasing, I renewed my lease for another year four months ago, plus I want to show off my new purse at the office.
I’ll be the envy of everyone.” She puckers and kisses in her brother’s direction.
Perhaps I should sweeten my marriage proposal with a Louis Vuitton per day since she seems to like them so much. I’ve never understood the fascination, but if that’s what it takes….
“You can do real estate anywhere, honey. San Diego is an excellent market, and you know so many people here,” her mom chimes in.
That she’s suggesting Cici do something other than their family business shows how far they’ve come.
I hoped their renewed relationship might sway Cici in my favor, but her independent streak is embedded into her core.
My hope has been slowly diminishing throughout the week, my anxiety slowly taking over.
“I’m just not sure what I want to do.” She looks at me once again, and I can see her indecision. How can this be so difficult for her? I’ve laid myself out and shown her everything she could have by marrying me, but I’m still unsure where her head is. Damn the stubborn woman.
Jackson gets a phone call and leaves the room abruptly.
I’m about to follow and walk off my frustration when Lily continues the conversation.
“Well, luckily you don’t have to decide this minute since you’re staying through New Year’s, right?
” This keeps me waiting in my seat for the answer and saves me from an embarrassingly abrupt departure.
“True. And who knows, maybe I’ll return to Bozeman only to change my mind.
” She shrugs. Is this her way of delivering her answer?
If so, I don’t accept it. She can tell me straight to my face if she’s turning me down.
And although I hope that’s not the case, if it is, there’s no going back… for either of us.