by Vivien Vale
I send my response and smile with something I suspect is close to giddiness. And fuck, that’s never happened before. This woman…
My quest to have the most amazing woman on the planet give me my heir is well within my reach, and, well, let’s say I always get what I want.
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The next morning, I’m at Rose’s doorstep, parking right outside of her apartment building to pick her up.
I’m so eager to spend the day with her, I make sure to whisk her away as early as possible so that we don’t waste a single minute.
The resort is about an hour and a half away, so I want to leave plenty of time to get there before lunch.
“Good morning,” Rose practically prances down the sidewalk to greet me.
I grin, unfamiliar, wild affection taking hold of me. Just looking at her juicy red lips and long, wavy hair makes my cock so hard it fucking aches.
She’s wearing a pastel yellow sundress this time, accentuating her gorgeous tan. She slips a slender arm around my waist and hugs me close. She smells incredible.
She plants a tender kiss on my cheek and gives me a seductive bat of her eyes. “It’s so good to see you.” The words drip from her lips like honey, and I want to devour every last drop.
I swallow hard, intensely trying to hide my growing boner in my pants.
“I’m thrilled to see you, too,” I tell her with a wink.
I help her climb into my car—I drove the Lamborghini this time—and we ride off, coasting down the street. Rose turns to smile at me.
“Tell me about your new hotel.” She says it with genuine interest, which I fucking love.
“It’s going to be completely fucking awesome,” I admit with pride. “You’ll absolutely love it, believe me.”
Rose smiles and crosses her legs in the passenger seat, revealing more of her thighs that makes me drool. Fuck, I want to be right in between them right now.
“I have no doubt I’ll be impressed,” she says.
“It’s just a soft opening, not the grand opening yet. There won’t be a lot of press and PR to worry about, and this way will be better because we can have some privacy.”
“I like privacy,” Rose winks at me, and my fucking heart actually skips a fucking beat.
Jesus, what’s she doing to me?
If there’s one non-physical trait I can say surges me into even deeper desire for Rose, it’s the fact that I can tell she’s not materialistic. She’s not the type of woman that usually just wants a piece of me, and I can see through to her true colors that she’s a down-to-earth type of girl.
I’m beginning to notice that she gets excited over the simple things in life, the things that really matter.
In my opinion, fawning over the little blessings is what makes life spectacular, and I’m thankful that I have that in common with Rose. She’s a rare flower, for sure.
After a while of talking and laughing in the car, I pull up to the valet at the hotel, and a concierge welcomes us as I pass off my keys to the valet.
“Hello, sir.” The concierge bows before me extravagantly. “What an honor it is to have you here today for lunch with us.”
“It’s a pleasure.” I’m almost embarrassed by how showy he’s being. I thank the enthusiastic man and gently place my arm around Rose’s petite waist.
The concierge beams at Rose and gives her a tiny little bow, too. “Good afternoon, madam, it’s a pleasure to have you here with us for lunch.”
“Thank you,” Rose says politely.
We walk inside the hotel together.
“Wow.”
I glance over at Rose and immediately smile when I notice how she’s absorbing the grandiose lobby, filled with modern, elegant touches and sprays of colorful orchids adorning the counters and tables.
“Do you like it?” I grin.
Rose eyes me as if I’m crazy. “Are you kidding? It’s stunning! Amazing! Just…wow.”
I chuckle. “Thank you. We pride ourselves on presentation, and the first impression is always the most important.”
“You certainly don’t disappoint,” Rose says as she gazes with what looks like fucking adoration into my eyes and squeezes my hand.
“Thank you, my lovely lady.”
I am totally fucking floored by this woman.
“Be careful, if we swoon over each other too much, people might start to talk,” Rose warns playfully.
“Let them talk,” I scoff, unaffected by what other people think.
I lead her to the restaurant that’s tucked away in a cozy corner in the back of the hotel.
“This looks swanky,” Rose whispers.
“Not to mention trendy,” I quip.
“I can’t wait to see what’s on the menu,” Rose states and rubs her flat, toned stomach. A stomach I’m quickly wanting to see nice and round with my baby. “I’m starving.”
“I’m pretty fucking hungry, too,” I whisper into her neck, loose with the sexual innuendos.
Rose catches on immediately. She glances up at me with a naughty, devious smirk. “Maybe we should save room for dessert.”
“Darling, there is always room for dessert.”
I smile as I push open the door of the restaurant to allow her to enter first.
“Good afternoon.” A tall, friendly-looking hostess greets us with a bright smile. “Table for two?”
“In the back, please,” I instruct the young girl.
As soon as I respond, a look of recognition sparks in the hostess’ eyes.
“Holy crap, you’re the owner of this hotel, aren’t you?”
I nod. “Indeed, I am.”
“Wow, well, in that case, you can have our finest booth in the back, private and secluded from most of the restaurant. Please, just follow me.”
The girl bounces away with us in tow.
When we sit down at the table, Rose is grinning at me with amusement.
“What?” I laugh as I place my white cloth napkin in my lap.
Rose shakes her head. “Nothing, it’s just…well, you’re quite the celebrity over here.”
I laugh dismissively. “Hardly.”
“Oh, come on,” Rose places her hand softly on my arm. “Give yourself some credit. You work hard, you deserve it.”
“Well…” I smile. “Thanks.”
“What’s not to enjoy?” She smiles. “You’re sexy, smart, and charming.”
My cock hardens again. “And you, my dear, are incredible. Thanks for coming with me.”
“I’m always up for a free meal,” she teases, trying to get a rise out of me, but it doesn’t work. I know she’s not using me for my money. She’s using me for my cock.
But I plan on making this a lot more than that. There are plenty of details we haven’t worked out with our baby bargain, but I have plenty of stipulations in mine. Like the fact that I want to keep Rose around me for…well, maybe forever.
We order mimosas and tuna steaks with risotto. Once the food comes, we eat in companionable silence, relishing in the delectable and savory feast.
I feel totally at ease with her. It’s like conversation isn’t even necessary. We’re both just happy to be here.
“This lunch is absolutely incredible,” Rose says when she’s had her fill, leaning back and sighing with contentment.
“Do you want to hear something else that’s incredible?” I give her a devilish grin.
“Always,” she whispers seductively.
“Your legs,” I tell her and move my leg to push my knees between hers, spreading them wide open.
She lets them fall apart, lets me ease her open like a blossoming flower. The intense heat between us fills my cock with a rush of blood as it pounds, pulses, and stands at attention, practically fucking bursting from my pants.
The fact that we’re alone, yet still in a public place, gives me more fuel to act on the sexual tension and chemistry that swirls around us.
Sure, I want to fuck her right here on the table, but I know tha
t won’t be acceptable. Plus, I’m the fucking boss. I should probably maintain some amount of propriety, whether I fucking want to or not.
“I have to say, it’s fucking nice that every time I see you, you’re wearing a dress,” I tease her.
“Easy access?” She giggles.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I say and take a deep breath.
Christ, Rose has me wrapped around her finger already.
The craziest part? I fucking love it.
Daniel
Easy access. I like the sound of those words.
It might be easy access for my fingers, but for my throbbing cock—it’s an entirely different story. And it’s my cock that really wants to get inside her pussy.
But, if it can’t be, I’ll have to make alternative arrangements. After all, I’m a man full of fucking ideas.
I watch her dip a piece of bread in olive oil before bringing it to her mouth. Her lips pucker a little as she takes the delicacy between her teeth. Oil drips down her chin.
Instantly, I reach out with a finger to clean up the mess.
She smiles.
I decide to change position. Sitting across from her means I can’t quite reach the part of her I really want to taste tonight. And since I know her legs are stretched far apart, it’s time to make my next move.
I slide into the seat beside her. Our bare skin touches, and I can practically feel the fucking scorch marks.
She looks at me intently as I dip my fingers in my glass of water and pull out an ice cube.
I grin at the confusion on her face. I drop the hand with the ice cube under the table and press it against her thigh.
Her breath hitches, and her eyes widen at the sudden cold contact.
I bring the ice cube up to her hot and wet pussy and push it against her clit.
She holds her breath for a few seconds, and when I move the melting object across her sensitive flesh, I hear her breathe slowly.
A dreamy look appears on her face, and those delicious red lips curl up into a soft smile.
The ice has melted, but I leave my fingers where they are, stroking her pussy. I feel her scoot forward to push harder against my hand, as if she’s eager for more.
I smile.
“A little impatient, are we?” I tease.
Just then, the waitress comes to check on us. “Anyone up for dessert?”
“Shall I order dessert for you, my love?” I ask.
Rose nods, and I see her lick her lips. Her cheeks have reddened a little, but I leave my hand where it’s comfortable. No point drawing attention to its current position.
It’s not like anyone can see what I’m doing anyway. For anyone standing near our table, it would just look like I’ve got my hand resting on my lap.
“We’ll take the crème brulee for two, please.”
“Certainly.” The young woman smiles and is about to leave when I decide I better order another bottle of wine.
“And a Pinot Gris as well.”
After a quick nod, the waitress leaves.
“OMG,” whispers Rose. “I can’t believe what you’re doing.”
Despite her words, she doesn’t push my hand away or move herself into a different position.
I pretend to look shocked and then feign ignorance. “I haven’t got the slightest idea what you’re accusing me of.” My hand pushes a little harder against her. I feel the waves of pleasure rippling through Rose.
She giggles. Damn, she looks sexy with those normally pale cheeks now flushed with pleasure. I love the way she’s squirming and wrestling with herself about my hand and her exposed pussy.
It makes her look even sexier than she already does.
“Now then,” I lean into her, “where was I?”
I kiss her neck and nibble on the lobe of her ear. A soft moan escapes her lips. I start to move my finger gently across her clit, from side to side and up and down.
“Do…good…in public…” Her words come out jumbled.
Of course I know what she’s trying to tell me, but I play dumb anyway.
“I have no idea what you’re trying to say,” I whisper into her ear, my fingers now hovering near her entrance, teasing her.
A waiter approaches and pours the new wine into a glass for me to taste.
I take a small sip of the white wine and swirl it around my mouth before swallowing.
“I’ve had better, but it’ll do until later,” I say to the man and watch him fill Rose’s glass and then mine.
“I can’t believe you just said that to the poor young man,” Rose says in shock, and I grin.
“I don’t think he understood the double meaning,” I reply and continue to place little kisses on her neck. My hand goes back to her clit.
If there’s one thing that turns me on more than anything else, it’s to see her inner struggle. She looks so fucking delicious as she squirms in her seat, torn between giving in to what’s happening and fighting against it.
Right now, the giving in is winning.
Slowly, I move my hand off her clit and let my finger push all the way into that dripping pussy of hers.
I push as far as I can and then hook my finger in. The little squeal she makes lets me know I’ve found it—her sweet spot.
As I massage her inner walls, she tries to keep her face as nonchalant as possible.
And then I pull out of her again. I can practically hear and feel her disappointment. But she doesn’t have to wait too long.
Once I’m out of her, I use the juices on my finger to draw little lines along the inside of her legs.
“Oh, fuck, Daniel,” she mumbles, her right hand gripping my leg. She’s digging her fingernails into my thigh.
My massive cock is throbbing in my pants, and I’ll have to do some serious mediation before I can stand up and leave this table. There’s no way I can get up with this massive hard-on in my pants.
Our dessert arrives, so I leave my hand pressed against her pussy.
She sighs and picks up her spoon, digging into the sweet dessert.
She takes her first mouthful, and I say, “Remind you of something else that’s delicious and creamy?”
She shakes her head.
“I’ll give you a hint.” I wink and point to my crotch.
Her eyes widen.
“Maybe in the kitchen,” I suggest with a grin.
Rose laughs. “I seriously doubt it,” she finally manages to say between mouthfuls.
Mentally, I give her another tick. She’s got a wicked sense of humor—another thing I like in a woman.
I can’t stand girls who pretend to be all prim and proper and shit. No. A woman’s got to be able to take a joke and tell one.
The dessert is fucking delicious, but not as delicious as my lunch companion and resort date.
I can’t fucking wait to leave lunch and fuck her properly.
My fingers go back to humping her pussy. I want to see her come here at the restaurant, over lunch.
I’m not a betting man, but if I were, I’d say it won’t take me long to tip her over the edge and make her have an orgasm right here in public.
The knowledge that I’m pushing her out of her comfort zone is more intoxicating than scotch on ice.
“I want to watch you come. I want to see you fuck my fingers and do it right here in public,” I whisper into her ear.
Now her face goes an even darker shade of red.
“Daniel,” she says under her breath. At the same time, she pushes her hips toward my plunging finger. “I…it’s a bit too public…our room.”
There’s no one around us. We’re so far out of everyone’s line of sight that I can even take my pants off and sit her on my lap so I can fuck her for real.
Briefly, I entertain that idea. Now, that would be fucking awesome.
As I pummel in and out of her faster and harder, the walls of her pussy tighten, grabbing my fingers and trying to break them in two.
Fuck, she’s got one strong pussy. I can’t wait for m
y cock to be inside her.
I should just pick her up and take her to our room right fucking now. What the fuck am I doing waiting?
But I do want to keep giving her this pleasure right now because it feels fucking good to see her glow with desire and lust.
Faster and faster, I move in and out. Will she grab onto the table any minute and yell at the top of her lungs, like that chick in that movie? I can picture the scene, but for the life of me, I can’t recall the title.
I feel that Rose is getting close to coming. Her pussy becomes tighter and tighter, and I can feel her body quiver in anticipation.
And then her orgasm erupts deep within her and spreads through her like a wildfire. Even though she’s trying to keep her face impassive, I can see the pleasure burning in her eyes before they roll to the back of her head in ecstasy.
When her body stops shivering, I pull my finger out of her. I hold it up in front of her face, and she wraps her own tongue around it and sucks all her cum off. When she’s finished, I draw it out of her mouth with a loud pop.
“Now,” she leans into me, “do you think you have room for more dessert after this?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I stand up. “I can’t fucking wait for it.”
We leave the restaurant laughing like two horny teenagers who’ve committed some petty crime and are running from the scene.
Rose
I’m torn between feeling absolutely embarrassed as hell and feeling like I just did something to be proud of.
If Jenna—or any of my other cousins were to hear what just happened—they’d die. Okay, so they wouldn’t die, but they’d turn green with envy.
I mean, I don’t think any of them have ever done anything as kinky as letting their doting husbands finger fuck them in public.
Speaking of which…did I really just do that?
I bite my bottom lip. The pain shooting through me is real, so it definitely isn’t a dream. But holy hell, what came over me?
Where’s the good girl Rose who would never do anything so daring and outrageous?
I shake my head, but I can’t help being giddy with excitement.
It’s not as if being the good girl is something to brag about—especially if being good means being boring.
