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I’m so close.” I bucked my hips against his fingers. “Use your thumb,” I panted, “Use it to rub my clit while you fuck me with your fingers.”
    Rivers pulled his fingers almost all the way out of my slit before shoving them back in. He did that several times and when his thumb rubbed over my clit…it was over. My body tensed a second before the sound ripped from my throat. That second was the only indication Rivers had to cover my mouth. He let go of my hand and place his hand over my mouth. The entire time his gaze never left mine.
    My body rode the wave of ecstasy. It crashed into me over and over again. The orgasm was so intense my body was wracked with violent tremors. Minutes after it was over I still had waves of electrical currents shooting between my legs.
    “Damn.” He still looked in my eyes. “You’re still shaking.” I gave him a small smile. I could feel my cheeks turn pink and broke his gaze. “Wait. Don’t do that. Look at me.” My eyes darted to his. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Definitely not something to be embarrassed about.”
    I smiled again. This time a real smile. “Okay. It’s just…that was new.”
    “What was?”
    “All of it. The restaurant. A man I don’t know. Someone watching”
    “Really? I understand the restaurant and a strange guy, but if I had you in my bed,” he shook his head, “I’d watch you orgasm all the fucking time. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Julia.”
    “Oh, and one more thing that was new.” He raised a brow when I didn’t continue. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before.”
    “Shit,” he groaned.
    We made our way to the bathrooms to clean up before starting our meal. We stood in the hall waiting for our turn. Rivers held my hand in his. He turned it over and traced the patterns of lines on my palm.
    “Are you in to palm reading?” I asked quietly.
    He met my gaze. His fingers still trailed over my hand. “No. Are you?”
    I shook my head and smiled. He looked down and chuckled. “Oh. Yeah, I guess it does look like I’m reading your palm or some shit like that doesn’t it?”
    I bite the corner of my bottom lip and shrugged a shoulder. “It feels good whatever it is.”
    A lady exited the women’s restroom and I pulled my hand from Rivers’ and smiled. “I’ll meet you back at the table.”
    I turned and walked through the door when a force from behind propelled me forward. I stumbled. A hand grabbed my upper arm to steady me at the same time the door closed and locked. I turned and looked into the darkened green eyes of Rivers.
    “I’m sorry,” he said and then his mouth crushed mine. His tongue slipped inside and swirled around my mouth, gliding against my tongue and covering it with his taste. A taste I was beginning to recognize, to crave.
    The bathroom was actually two rooms. A stall where the toilet was and an outer room where the sink and a small chair and table were. It was as tastefully decorated as the rest of the restaurant and impeccably clean.
    “I’m so sorry,” Rivers mumbled against my throat.
    “For what?” I rasped.
    “I’m not sure if this is better or worse than the subway. I wanted our next time somewhere nice. Classy.” He backed me toward the chair in the corner as he talked. His lips never left my body. He alternated between nipping my skin and kissing the spot afterward. “After watching you in the booth I have to have you again.”
    I pulled his head to mine and kissed him. When I pulled back and looked into his eyes I said, “Tell me what you want.”
    A small smile touched his lips. “I want you to sit in the chair with one leg over each arm so you’re spread open for me. I want to see you. All of you. Then I want to bury myself in you. I want to taste your juices. I want to make you come again until your juices are dripping from my lips. And when I’m done, I want to bend you over that table and take you from behind while