Chapter 54

As soon as the cutest pout appeared on Mandy’s face, I couldn’t help myself. After lowering my utensils, I leaned to give her a kiss. But never made it.

A loud tink sounded as her fork dropped to her plate. With a groan, she surged upwards to engulf my lips with hers. As her tongue thrust deep, she shoved her warm curves into me. With her moaning swallowed by our kiss, her hands roamed along the rear of my tux. Mine found the bare silken skin of her back.

In the distance, I caught the maître d out of the corner of my eye. Eduardo had been leading a couple to a nearby booth. But after one look at us, he spun and led them in a different direction.

At last, with a heavy sigh, I pushed her away. As she smacked her lips, the pout returned. Despite my heart pounding, I forced a grin and gestured at her plate.

“Be a good little birthday girl. Eat your dinner.” I flicked my eyebrows upwards and chuckled. “You’re my dessert.”

As her eyes went wide, she gasped and shuddered. Yeah, I knew what images were flooding her mind. I’d noted her reaction while she’d watched the video of me going down on Cinder. Although brief, that competition flared behind her hungry pools.

But she alone was my lover. While eating once more, I slid my hand back under her skirt. Gentle strokes of my finger, again inside her slippery tightness, kept her whimpering as she struggled to finish her meal.

Soon enough, lips trembling, she was squirming. With her chest heaving, it wasn’t long before her stiff little nipples, caught on the thin dress halters, peeked. But as the bold letters on the collar winked in the candlelight, she was beyond caring and made no move to cover them.

When the waitress reappeared just after we’d finished, I smiled up at her. That time, she couldn’t miss Mandy’s arousal and her face flushed bright red.

“Um, did you save room for dessert?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“Hmm, actually yes.” I widened my smile and glanced at Mandy before returning to the server. “The lovely lady will have ice cream. Chocolate, please. Oh, and two coffees.”

“Y-Yes, sir,” she whispered as Mandy thrust her half-covered chest upwards when my finger plunged deeper.

No sooner had the young lady disappeared than I tugged my hand from Mandy. When I shifted and started to lower myself, her breathing raced.

“J-Jim—” is all that left her as I bent further to squeeze beneath the table. Its long red tablecloth obscured most of me.

Only a moan escaped her as I settled to my knees and eased her quaking thighs apart. As the aroma of her glistening need flooded my nostrils, the heat of her frame glided along my descending skull. At the quiet squeak of the bench when she reclined with a louder moan, I dragged my tongue along a bare inner thigh above her stocking.

“Mmm, m-master.” Her nails scratched on the leather. “Oh, God. You don’t have—”

“I know.” I pressed my wide mouth onto her leg.

At my forceful sucking kiss, her entire body shook. As I worked my lips and swirling tongue over both thighs, she could only groan.

At a soft gasp, I looked over at two feet beside the table. The waitress had returned. With a series of quiet thumps, she left our coffee and Mandy’s dessert. Once she’d staggered away, I continued licking in slow circles around Mandy’s glimmering fine hairs.

It was my turn to gasp when a silvery spoon appeared. As Mandy giggled, the small mound of chocolate ice cream glittered. She sighed as my lips engulfed the spoon. But as it disappeared, her next giggle became a moan when I let the icy dessert ease onto her thigh. It hadn’t moved far before I slurped it and a good chunk of her most sensitive skin into my mouth.

“Mandy,” I whispered while gazing at her flushed, glittering seam.

“Um, y-yes,” she muttered as the soft clinking of the spoon against the dish ceased.

“I love you. Happy birthday.” I lunged forward, lips widening.

It took less than a second before a cry tore from her. More, muffled by her napkin, followed, as I plunged my tongue deep and slurped her syrupy juices. With her body shuddering, she shoved into me as clawed nails found my skull. Warm and shaking, her thighs slapped against my head as I devoured the little minx.

When she finally crumpled to the table, huffing, I eased my face from her sloppy warmth. But I wasn’t quite done with her. When I leaned forward to trap her swollen clit, she growled. A muffled yowl ripped free of her when I gave it a lengthy sucking kiss.

Only then did I corkscrew my way upwards until I was sitting once more beside her shaking frame. With the wadded napkin wedged between her trembling lips, she was lying on her crossed arms. After running my tongue around my syrup-coated chin, I sighed and glanced at her closed eyelids. She shook as I eased the napkin from her.

“L-Love, um, you, too,” she murmured as a quivering hand found my arm.

“Naughty little slut.” I chuckled and wiped my face before lifting a coffee. “Happy birthday. Now, hurry up and finish. I’ve paid already. We’ve got places to go.”

When her eyelashes fluttered open to reveal squinting eyes, I put my finger to my lips. Even as her brows tightened, I laughed once more.

“Shh, no questions. Trust me. You’ll never forget this birthday.”

While leaning on her elbows, she eased upwards and tried grabbing her mug with both shaky hands. But she couldn’t lift it. After draining mine with a swift gulp, I guided it to her lips. Although she said nothing, her eyes blazed as I helped her drink. Nor did she say a word as I spooned the rest of the half-melted ice cream into her trembling mouth.

When I stood, retrieving her scarf and coat from a nearby hook, she only stared up at me. Time wandered off as so many calculations flicked behind those brilliant blue eyes. But at last, with a moan and a quiet squeak, she slid from the bench and let me wrap the scarf tight to her neck.

As I nudged the stiff nipples back into her dress, she grinned. But at my soft squeezing of the heated stems, she shuddered. From beneath the swaying crimson kerchief, the ring on her collar jangled. As I helped her into the coat, she swayed backward into me with a whimper.

But once I’d buttoned her inside the thick supple fur, she spun and pressed tighter to me. Instead of another moan, a quiet sniffle escaped her. When I looked downward, glistening tears were trickling down her reddening cheeks.

“Woah, woah,” I muttered. “No tears. I promise. You’ll have fun. Really.”

“No.” As she shook her head, the wispy dark curls slid along her face. “It’s not that, Jim. It’s just that ... I really love being your naughty little slut. Only, I wish ... God, what if we’d met earlier? And you’d married me instead of—”

“Yeah, well, life is funny like that.” I cut her off and flashed her a smile.

It was fake.

About when they’d been married, I’d found Debbie. But that wasn’t what kept the happiness from me. No, it was memories of the man I’d been back then. One never stops growing. Plus, adjusting to my newest persona hadn’t been easy.

“Just be happy we have this time together,” I added, letting the warmth of Mandy’s frame stoke the joy within my core. The next smile was honest.

After she nodded, I guided us from the restaurant. The night was even colder, and a heavy mist clung to the dark trunks of the trees lining the parking lot. But a few quick steps, and I’d bundled her into the car. Then, after clambering inside with a sigh, drove from the lot.

The silence returned. But we weren’t exchanging nervous glances. Nope, her gaze was fixed on me. And, knowing what was beneath the coat and that scarf, I scanned her whenever possible. The world felt right.

We hadn’t gone very far when she tore her eyes off me to look outside. Only trees and fields were barely visible beyond sparse streetlamps. Not the more cluttered, built-up environs on the way to our neighborhood. When she gulped and turned to me, I held up a palm.

“No,” I said. “I’m not taking you home tonight.”

“W-Where are we going then?” she whispered.

“Somewhere a damned sight warmer.” I chuckled.

As we sped towards an airfield most people didn’t know existed, my pulse thundered. It was reckless, and perhaps I was a fool. But another glance at her gleaming eyes had heat flaring within me. She was worth it. Worth everything. Anything. One day I’d explain to her, but not that day. It was her day.

The few who were aware of the place believed it to be a small Air National Guard base. Nothing special; it housed a transport unit. But it was beyond secure. Nor were they Air Force personnel. Nope, they were ours. That particular organization hauled a bunch of people and things to a lot of places the US wasn’t supposed to fly.

But, favors called, I’d arranged a “training flight.” And that wasn’t quite a lie. The crew would get extra stick time. As we got closer, I pointed to the glove box.

“There’s a blindfold in there. Please put it on.”

At first hesitant, she retrieved a plain black cloth. While holding it up, she giggled.

“I have a prettier one, master.”

“Yes, you do.” With a quiet chuckle, I nodded, but then sighed. “Except, this time, it’s serious. Not for fun, okay?”

“If I see something, you’d have to shoot me?” She chortled while inspecting the thick blindfold.

“No. But somebody else would.”

Although I hadn’t meant to say it with such a cold tone, it was sort of the truth. The base housed many things that had nothing to do with a usual Air Guard mission. Nobody uncleared should have access.