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get busy studying the menu, making sure to keep my eyes away from Brayden.
    Deja vu hits.
    The last time I was in a restaurant with Brayden, in an eerily similar situation, I ended up getting fingered under the table.
    Then, I was eaten out inside a bathroom stall.
    Right before he rocked his huge cock against my pussy and I felt it coming in my hands.
    God help me.
    Arousal slaps me, gaining force. I cross my legs, my pussy throbbing between them. I can’t have him near me. I just can’t.
    A waiter comes to take our orders.
    When it’s my turn, I can’t find the strength to speak. Brayden’s at least nice enough to order something for me—the same thing he’s having, but really, at this point I don’t care.
    I don’t need food. I need distance from him. Space. He’s affording me neither. Yes, there’s at least a foot between his body and mine, but just having him in the same room drives me nuts.
    Brayden’s large hand lands on my knee.
    I choke back a gasp. No, not again.
    Please, don’t do this to me . . .
    “Move over, I have to go to the bathroom,” Jenna tells Ashley and Marilyn.
    “Actually, me too.” Marilyn stands.
    Ashley follows her out of the booth. “I’ll go with you guys.”
    Panicked, I open my mouth—
    Brayden’s hand slides up, cupping my pussy over the thin, loose genie pants I’m wearing.
    Silencing me.
    The girls abandon me, without so much as a “we’ll be back.”
    “Let go of me,” I say under my breath.
    Brayden turns his head in my direction. The way he stares at me heats me up all over.
    I look away.
    He rubs his fingers into my clit. “Look at me, baby.”
    I bite down on my lip, trying to shift away. “B-Brayden. Stop. Please .”
    Sucking on his bottom lip, he rubs my clit again, soft circles that almost make me levitate off my damn seat. “You need to come, Kitty. Let me give it to you. I’m dying for it.”
    “St-stop. People . . . my friends.”
    “I’m keeping an eye out. Don’t worry about that. Just feel me.”
    I do. I feel what he’s doing to me everywhere, each light stroke driving me crazier. Pressing my legs together does nothing but trap his hand there, right up against my aching core.
    The pleasure spikes. My hips rock into his hand. I’m too hungry to fight this. The desperation claws at my soul, ripping my resolve from me.
    Brayden grabs my hand and pulls it under his arm, laying it over his lap.
    One feel of him, rock-hard, the fleshy tip twitching under dark blue denim—I fall into his side, shaking. My hand clenches around him.
    I want it.
    Fuck, I haven’t had it yet, and it feels like I live for that dick.
    He groans deep in his chest, the sound pure gravel.
    My eyes lock on the side of his neck, on the clear imprint of teeth. My teeth. I bit own on that spot last night, marked him as mine.
    I want to give him more.
    Want to bite that big, hard body everywhere.
    I want to sink my teeth into him while the huge length in my hand pounds into my pussy.
    My hand squeezes him, sliding up and down, loving the feel of him.
    “Fuck, Kitty. Wait,” he whispers in a wild tone; I look at him. He’s staring straight ahead, his expression neutral, but his eyes are unfocused with lust. The veins on his thick neck bulge, the skin bright red. “Baby, stop. I’m going to lose control.” He tries to pry my hand away from his dick.
    I refuse to let him. His fingers are still playing with my clit, making it throb harder. “No. Give this to me.”
    He hisses at my words. “It’s yours. Whenever you want it.”
    I want it now . I want him to drag me off somewhere and slide it into me. Give it to me rough and raw so I can finally fucking forget him.
    “Baby, you have to let me go,” Brayden pleads quietly.
    I love this. Love having him under my control, his sanity shredding apart bit by bit because of me.
    In other words: I love knowing I can do to him what he does to me.
    Hiding my face behind his shoulder, I moan. “Brayden, it’s . . . God, I’m