cross-legged on the table, gesturing for her to do the same. She hesitated, then hiked her skirt up her thighs, kicked off her shoes and sat sideways at the edge of the blanket while Vicente poured the wine.
The meal was a seduction in itself. They drank wine and pulled chicken with their fingers and smeared dip on crackers for each other. He held a strawberry for her. She closed her lips around it, touching her tongue to the tips of his fingers, watching heat flare in his eyes before she bit into the fruit.
He leaned over to lick the juice from her mouth as she swallowed. She parted her lips for him and tilted his chin up with the heel of her hand to deepen the caress, her tongue playing in his mouth, savoring the flavors of him. He shifted, trailing his thumb along the chain of her necklace to the cross, then lower, between her breasts. He lifted her hand to his mouth, licked her fingers and then his own, tasting the combined chicken and strawberry juices. Fingers still damp, he reached for the buttons of her blouse, loosened them one by one, slowly, trailing his knuckles against the swell of her flesh. She'd forgotten how sweet seduction could be as he dragged his stubbled chin back and forth over her jaw, making her shiver against him.
She whispered his name as he slipped his fingertips inside her blouse, over the curve of her breast, tracing the lace of her new bra with the gentlest touch. She gasped as his fingers moved back and forth, her nipple tightening in anticipation, her pussy heating. She squeezed her thighs together, as if that would help her wait.
It didn't, instead sending a wash of dreamlike unreality over her. The room became a haze of sensuality as he kissed her again, sliding his fingers inside the cup of her bra, tugging lightly, her nipple between his fingers, his mouth open on hers, tongue stroking along hers, teasing the inside of her lips as if he was licking her pussy. She moaned her approval, skimmed her palm over his stubble, down his throat to his chest as he eased her back on the blanket, tucking her against his side as he leaned over her.
"I want to see you naked,” she murmured, working his buttons. “I want to feel you naked with me."
He drew away, smoothing his shirt against his chest. “I found something interesting in here.” He rolled off the table and she whimpered. He flashed her a grin from near the door, then flipped a switch.
A screen flickered to life at the front of the room, showing her curled on her side on the table. She sat up, smoothing her skirt as she scanned the walls, pulse picking up.
"There's a camera in here? Why?"
He strolled back to the table, hands in his pockets. “To record presentations, I guess."
"So why is it angled toward the table?"
He pushed the remains of the dinner down to the end of the table before climbing back on all fours, stalking her. “I did that earlier."
The predatory look in his eyes made her pussy tighten, her skin heat in anticipation. “So we could watch ourselves?"
He skimmed his palm up her calf. “Do you like that idea?"
"You're not going to critique the performance afterwards, are you?"
"Not recording.” He closed his hands around her ankles and parted her legs, sliding her across the table toward him.
"Wait.” She sat up and gripped his wrists. “Naked."
He tilted his head and smiled. “Give me a chance."
"No. You. Naked. I want to undress you."
He released her and sat back on his heels, hands raised in surrender. “Your wish is my command."
She rose on her knees and reached for the buttons of his shirt. “How long is that offer good?"
He lifted an eyebrow. “Is there something you want?"
"Later."
She unbuttoned his shirt, spread the fabric, sliding her hands over his strong chest, scattered with dark hair. As he watched, she twirled her fingers through it. They'd had sex so many times but she'd never seen his chest or shoulders or arms. She leaned forward to kiss his collarbone, dragged her mouth
The meal was a seduction in itself. They drank wine and pulled chicken with their fingers and smeared dip on crackers for each other. He held a strawberry for her. She closed her lips around it, touching her tongue to the tips of his fingers, watching heat flare in his eyes before she bit into the fruit.
He leaned over to lick the juice from her mouth as she swallowed. She parted her lips for him and tilted his chin up with the heel of her hand to deepen the caress, her tongue playing in his mouth, savoring the flavors of him. He shifted, trailing his thumb along the chain of her necklace to the cross, then lower, between her breasts. He lifted her hand to his mouth, licked her fingers and then his own, tasting the combined chicken and strawberry juices. Fingers still damp, he reached for the buttons of her blouse, loosened them one by one, slowly, trailing his knuckles against the swell of her flesh. She'd forgotten how sweet seduction could be as he dragged his stubbled chin back and forth over her jaw, making her shiver against him.
She whispered his name as he slipped his fingertips inside her blouse, over the curve of her breast, tracing the lace of her new bra with the gentlest touch. She gasped as his fingers moved back and forth, her nipple tightening in anticipation, her pussy heating. She squeezed her thighs together, as if that would help her wait.
It didn't, instead sending a wash of dreamlike unreality over her. The room became a haze of sensuality as he kissed her again, sliding his fingers inside the cup of her bra, tugging lightly, her nipple between his fingers, his mouth open on hers, tongue stroking along hers, teasing the inside of her lips as if he was licking her pussy. She moaned her approval, skimmed her palm over his stubble, down his throat to his chest as he eased her back on the blanket, tucking her against his side as he leaned over her.
"I want to see you naked,” she murmured, working his buttons. “I want to feel you naked with me."
He drew away, smoothing his shirt against his chest. “I found something interesting in here.” He rolled off the table and she whimpered. He flashed her a grin from near the door, then flipped a switch.
A screen flickered to life at the front of the room, showing her curled on her side on the table. She sat up, smoothing her skirt as she scanned the walls, pulse picking up.
"There's a camera in here? Why?"
He strolled back to the table, hands in his pockets. “To record presentations, I guess."
"So why is it angled toward the table?"
He pushed the remains of the dinner down to the end of the table before climbing back on all fours, stalking her. “I did that earlier."
The predatory look in his eyes made her pussy tighten, her skin heat in anticipation. “So we could watch ourselves?"
He skimmed his palm up her calf. “Do you like that idea?"
"You're not going to critique the performance afterwards, are you?"
"Not recording.” He closed his hands around her ankles and parted her legs, sliding her across the table toward him.
"Wait.” She sat up and gripped his wrists. “Naked."
He tilted his head and smiled. “Give me a chance."
"No. You. Naked. I want to undress you."
He released her and sat back on his heels, hands raised in surrender. “Your wish is my command."
She rose on her knees and reached for the buttons of his shirt. “How long is that offer good?"
He lifted an eyebrow. “Is there something you want?"
"Later."
She unbuttoned his shirt, spread the fabric, sliding her hands over his strong chest, scattered with dark hair. As he watched, she twirled her fingers through it. They'd had sex so many times but she'd never seen his chest or shoulders or arms. She leaned forward to kiss his collarbone, dragged her mouth
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