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eyeful.
    Marcus removed his finger and traced the outline of her lips. He pushed her wineglass in front of her.
    “Drink, then lick your lips. Taste how fucking sweet you are mixed with the wine.”
    Carrie drank the wine and tasted her own arousal. She was drowning in the sensation. She felt so empty, bereft, needing to be filled. As though he could read her mind, she felt something hard and cool slide between her nether lips. Marcus pushed the hidden object deep within her. She sucked in a breath when, a mere second later, it started to vibrate very softly inside of her.
    “Oh, God,” she whispered. There was no way she could sit there and not orgasm.
    When she started to move slightly, the vibration stopped. Her cry of disappointment slipped out before she could stop herself.
    “Every time you move I’ll stop the vibrator.”
    She put every ounce of pleading she could into her eyes as she looked at him but Marcus wouldn’t relent.
    “We are going to sit here and enjoy a great dinner. You’re going to answer all my questions, tell me everything about you, and you’re not going to come. This is your first punishment, Carrie.”
    He flipped the vibe back on.

Chapter Seven
     
    Carrie squeezed her thighs together, trying her damnedest to stem the clenching of her muscles. They were in constant tremor. Marcus obviously took great pleasure in increasing or decreasing the vibrations. There was no rhyme or reason, just when he felt like driving her crazy beyond anything.
    She became oblivious to her surroundings. For Carrie, there were no other patrons, no waitstaff. Only she and Marcus occupied the space of the restaurant.
    “So, when is the baby due?” Marcus asked as he poured them another glass of wine. After their food had arrived, he’d begun to question Carrie about her life, her education, her family. She’d opened up to him about it all. He was interested and curious, laughing easily. He was unguarded for once, a sight Carrie rarely witnessed. It felt like a regular date. Regular, that is, until he turned the infernal vibe off or on.
    “Officially not for two more weeks but the doctor told her it could be sooner.”
    She felt so bad for her younger sister. Cassidy had married Kevin Lassiter after a whirlwind courtship and surprise pregnancy. Then he was shipped off to Iraq where a roadside bomb killed him a mere two weeks after his unit arrived.
    Cass had been thrown for a loop, left alone pregnant and a widow.
    “My parents are with her now. Luckily, Chicago is just a forty-five minute flight. I was planning on going out there in ten days and staying until she has the baby.”
    The waitress took their empty plates away and brought dessert. Carrie eyed the plain vanilla ice cream and laughed. Marcus was many things but plain vanilla wasn’t one of them.
    He noticed the odd expression on her face and, dipping one finger into the icy confection, he slid his ice-cream-coated finger across her bottom lip. Smearing it, he leaned in and licked it off.
    “Ever play with your food, Carrie?” he whispered in her ear. He presented his finger again, full of ice cream. “Suck it off.”
    She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
    “No, I want your eyes open and on me. Always on me,” he grumbled. She opened her eyes and he slid his finger into her mouth.
    Who knew that sucking a finger could be such an erotic experience?
    “Suck it like it’s my cock, baby.”
    Carrie pulled him in deeply, watching gray eyes go silver with every stroke of her tongue.
    Marcus pulled his finger out and repeated the process several times, feeding her the sweet dessert. When they were down to almost the bottom of the bowl, he changed tactics.
    Instead of his finger going to her mouth, it traveled under the table, the cold cream touching hot, weepy flesh between her thighs. Carrie was unable to stop her gasp at the contact. Marcus pulled the vibe from her, replacing it with his cold finger. Taking it back out, he gathered the last