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“You’re pushing me,” he said.

“You’re enjoying it,” I leaned forward. “As a matter of fact, I can feel how much you’re enjoying it, Mr. Black.”

Covering his mouth with his hand, he sat there, trying not to give into what I knew he was feeling. Pressing harder into him, he tightened his grip on my hand.

“This isn’t fair,” he glared at me. “You’re too far away.”

“Sounds like your problem.”

“Eat,” was all he said as he picked up his fork.

Taking it as a personal challenge, and curious about how far I could take things, I increased the pressure a little as I continued sliding my foot against his hard-on. And just like that, his fork fell out of his hand.

“God damn it, Thea.” He was smoldering now.

“You should really try this, it’s good,” I told him, as I pointed down to my food.

Finally, he reached down and restrained my renegade leg.

“You’re gonna have to hold it for as long as we’re sitting here,” I told him, “and people might start to wonder what your hand is doing down there.”

“You’re evil.”

“And yet still, you like me.”

He let go of my foot, and sat there, not saying single word as I started again. The look on his face was priceless. It was a pleasure to watch him battle with himself to maintain control, and to remain cool and collected. And from the feel of things, I knew he wanted to get up and leave right now. But the moment he did, he knew that it would have meant that he was admitting his defeat, and he’d have to acknowledge the fact that he really had no self-control.

I knew him better than that. He’d always let me win the smaller battles. But this, this was something that I knew he would pay me back tenfold for, and each second I drew this out, would be a second more that he would seek out in revenge later on. And truthfully, I looked forward to every moment of it.

Even watching him eat slowly bothered me. I didn’t want him to be able to eat. I wanted him to get us out of here. I want him to concede his defeat… he just needed a little push.

Lifting my other foot, I brought it up against him. That was it. He bowed his head, and clenched his fist, until finally, he got up, dropped a hundred on the table, and pulled me up.

“I wasn’t done,” I said to him, smiling to myself as I slipped my flats back on.

“I’ll make us dinner,” he said, dragging me out of the restaurant.

He looked down the length of the street, back to my house, and instead of going in that direction, he took my hand and led me to the nearby park.

“Levi…”

“You reap what you sow,” he stated.

We bypassed everyone, all but running headlong into the woods. It was only when we couldn’t hear anything but birds chirping, that he pushed me up against a tree, lifted my skirt up and grabbed on to one of my thighs.

“This right here, is to get me off, until I can thoroughly pay you back for your little stunt back there,” he whispered.

“Levi, someone can come through here at any second.”

“Then I’ll just have to keep you quiet,” he said kissing me as he thrust forward.

“Ah—”

I gripped on to his shoulders and hair. He held me up, slamming inside me with no reservations whatsoever. He left kisses up and down my neck, my face, my lips. He was everywhere, his grasp on my thighs tightened, as my back pressed hard into the tree. With each thrust, the leaves rained down around us, and my breathing became short gasps.

When his kisses stopped, and he looked at me, and all I could do was grin… maybe I was delirious, or just plain giddy, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I wanted him more. I wanted to feel more of him, over and over again.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said as he sped up, and my head bent back in joy, “I’m getting off, not you.”


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