“What are you doing?” I murmured.
“I couldn’t bear to be sat so far away from my fiancée.”
The owner returned with the promised champagne and a warm breadbasket and two menus. He poured us both a glass and left us with the menus.
Tam lifted his glass and nodded to mine. I sighed and picked it up.
“To us,” he said, clinking our glasses together. “May we have a long and prosperous future together.”
I had to work hard to not roll my eyes. I didn’t believe him for a second. But even so, I took a sip of my champagne and did my best to peruse the menu and not think about what was happening down below.
The heat of Tam’s hand landed on my bare thigh.
I flicked my gaze to his. “What are you doing?”
The corners of his lips tweaked. “Having some fun.”
His fingers met the inside of my thigh, and then he tugged my legs apart.
“Tam,” I hissed a warning.
“Just keep reading the menu, little girl. Wouldn’t want you to bring too much attention to yourself.”
His fingers slipped beneath my knickers—which I’d put on before leaving the house, there was no way I’d be going out in public terrified this thing would fall out and land on the floor—and slid over my mound. I already felt overly sensitised down there because of the plug, and I’d been wetter than normal from the extra stimulation, even if it was technically in the wrong hole.
Oh my God, was he really going to do this?
I was certain people were staring at us. The restaurant wasn’t packed, but it was far from empty. Was it just because Tam Cornell always drew attention? Or perhaps it was the free champagne, or the way we’d been greeted as we’d entered. Or maybe the whole thing was in my mind, and it was simply my own paranoia that made me think we were being watched.
He lowered his voice. “You might pretend you don’t want me, sweetheart, but your pussy says otherwise. Look how wet you are. Your sweet little cunt is practically trying to suck me in.”
He ran his fingers across my slit, parting my folds and wetting the tips. Then he settled on my clit, rubbing me with slow but firm circles. He lifted his glass in his left hand and took another sip. I picked up mine and downed what remained. Maybe I’d get through this if I was drunk.
Instantly, I regretted finishing my drink as a waiter appeared to refill my glass.
“Thank you so much,” Tam said, continuing to touch me. “Would you mind going through the specials? How is the duck cooked?”
He slid his finger back down between my folds and pushed it inside me, deep and hard, right up to his knuckle. It increased the pressure of the butt plug, and I bit the inside of my mouth to prevent myself from crying out.
Despite myself, the tingling arousal in my pussy and lower belly rose and coiled. God, could I hear the wet squelch of his fingers moving inside me? Could I smell myself on the air?
The waiter continued to explain the meals on offer, and Tam made him go through every detail—what was in the jus, how was the broccoli cooked, how long did they sear the lamb? The waiter was clearly used to this kind of interrogation, and he handled it all perfectly, not even missing a beat when a low moan escaped my throat and I quickly turned it into a cough.
“We’ll both have the duck,” he ordered and handed back the menu.
I should insist on ordering for myself, but I was almost under the table by this point. Jesus fucking Christ. Why did it have to be Tam I was having to marry? I was sure Leo wouldn’t have ended up being a complete fucking pervert.
Tam added a second finger, and I picked up my cloth napkin and tried to use it to hide my face. My arse clenched around the plug, and a rash of heat covered my chest and cheeks.
“You’re starting to look uncomfortable, sweetheart,” Tam said. “Flapping the napkin around is only drawing attention.”
“Please, Tam, stop.”
He picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles. It was the closest to genuine affection he’d ever shown me.
“Not until I feel your pussy clamping down over my fingers.”
He kept up his movements, stroking my inner walls, his thumb on my clit. He’d been right when he’d said the plug would make everything more intense. I was coming, and I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to control myself enough not to scream or at least cry out. I put my hand over my eyes, squeezing them shut as my orgasm powered through me. I gritted my teeth to keep myself silent. My pussy pulsed against his fingers, and I shuddered and shook all over them.