“It’s already been ordered. They’re only serving one kind of meal tonight.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” She sits back. “I hate making those decisions,” she shares with a wrinkled nose.
I knew that, too. She spends a lot of time thinking of Asher’s meals but little on her own. When it comes time for lunch or dinner, she doesn’t know what she wants to eat and can take a half hour or even longer to come to a decision. It’s easier if I provide the meals. She has enough on her plate taking care of Asher. She doesn't need to spend her time on these other tasks. It’s working well, too. She doesn't look as tired at the end of the day and her cheeks—and ass—are plumper today than when I stepped into the house. Speaking of which, as soon as I get her into bed, I’m going to propose the move. I’ll marry her and move her within the same week.
“After dinner, let’s go for a drive.”
Her eyes sparkle at this suggestion. “Shall we? Where to?”
“Along the water and over by the foothills.”
“Two very opposite sceneries. I like it.”
“Good. Eat up. The chef will be hurt if the plate isn’t clean.”
Sera digs in. The food is delicious. By the end of the meal, Sera is groaning. “I think you’re going to have to roll me out of here. I must’ve eaten enough for ten people.” She wipes her mouth. “Tell the chef everything was amazing,” she says to the waiter.
I help her out of her chair and lead her back to the SUV.
“Give me a boost,” she jokes when I open the passenger door.
I want to pinch her cheeks. She’s too fucking cute. I lift her into the seat, remembering the kiss she’d brushed against my face. I try to move back. I order myself to release her and get into the driver’s seat but I can’t move. My hands tighten around her waist. Her breath hitches.
Mouth dry, eyes starting to blur, I step between her legs. “Say the word, Sera.”
When her lips part, I slam my mouth on to hers, too impatient to hear her response. The way she kisses me back is answer enough. I drag her off the car seat until the notch between her legs fits against my aching cock. She moans when we make contact. I move her ass up and down, rubbing her against me, cursing that we have clothes on.
I can’t fuck her here, in the parking lot of this Michelin-starred restaurant, but I can give her a release. I throw open the back door and push her onto the seat and climb in after.
“Jericho, this isn’t going to work,” she cries.
“The hell it won’t.” I push her skirt up to her waist and rip her panties off, tossing them somewhere in the back seat. With my hands under her ass, I bring her cunt lips up to my mouth. She lets out a small scream when I thrust my tongue into her hot core. Immediately, she cuts herself off by throwing an arm over her mouth. Tonight, when we get back to the house, I’ll let her scream as loud and long as she wants.
Her muffled whimpers spur me forward. I devour her. The taste of her cream is better than the decadent frosting on the cake served for dessert. Her cherry is the only one I’ll ever want in my mouth. I bite and lick and suck until my cheeks ache and her cum is smeared all over my jaw. She shakes under my grip, trying to both escape from the sensations and trying to get closer to me. Her fingers dig into my hair, nails scraping against my scalp. I work her over and over until she can’t stop the screams from coming. Her cries of ecstasy fill the cabin of the SUV and send flames of need down my spine.
I want her. I want her. I want her, demands my blood. When her shouts are reduced to whimpers and her rigid body grows lax in my hands, I finally lower her ass to the leather. She looks at me with glittery need in her eyes. “Now, you.” She points to the enormous hard-on in my pants.
“Not here,” I growl. “Back at the house. In a bed. I’ll fuck you until I’m raw.” With that promise, I back away, leaving her with her legs wantonly spread, her face flushed, and I race home.
12
SERA
My body hums with need. The orgasm Jericho gave me has only made me hungry for more. The floodgates have opened. The second the orgasm hit me, I wanted another. Jericho made me forget about everything else and there had only been the two of us and pleasure in that moment.
I watch as he fights between getting us home safely and as quickly as he possibly can. I notice he’ll speed up but then let off the gas when he realizes how fast he’s going. It’s kind of adorable but also sexy as hell having a man like Jericho be so needy to get me home and into bed. I’m guessing he could have any woman he wanted.