Sex Contract

I clasped my purse strap like a talisman and stared at him. He lowered his hand gracefully and entered the dining room. I followed.

We navigated the restaurant. Some stopped eating and stared as he passed, but most ignored him.

We were placed at a small booth in the dining room's back. I chose one side and put my suitcase next to me to discourage him from sharing my seat, but he didn't try. Instead, he sat across from me, poured two enormous glasses of red wine, and ordered the asparagus salad for both of us.

He said, "You'll have asparagus."  I watched as he shook out and folded his napkin.I followed suit, although the tablecloth seemed long enough to act as a napkin. I adjusted it and draped it over my skirt.

King sat across from me, one arm on the booth, head cocked arrogantly.I was waging a losing war, not with King, but with myself.Luke King's sexiness was to blame.

He sighed. "You hung up before I asked what to wear."

"You choose this?"

I glanced down, feigning astonishment.

Before he could speak, the waitress brought our sandwiches. She chirped at him, but I wasn't listening. I was intrigued by his careful wineglass strokes. I didn't know he'd ordered my lunch until the waitress left.

"Miss Green, you're provoking me."

I re-eyed him. His look cut me deep.

"Maybe."

He reclined. "Why dress like a prostitute?"

"That's what I'll be, right?"

"No. You're my wife."

I scowled. I disagree, and I doubt many others would if they knew the reality. I'd rather be honest with you."

"You know who I am, Miss Green. This is just to shame me."

I handed out the amended contract with unsteady fingers. Luke King leaned back and flipped through it slowly. Ms. Stock underlined the revisions in the contract, so he lingered over each one while drinking wine. He looked up sometimes.

He rested. "None of these changes are very drastic," he said.

I'd been trying to ignore him and decide what to eat first, when he said.

He ate carefully. "Minor adjustments."

" Major modifications include a one-year contract review and renewal. I approve." He observed me for a while, then hailed a passing waiter.

He requested a pen.

Luke King initialed, signed, and dated each phrase and page in front of me using a ballpoint pen.

I drank my wine.

"Can't you sign today?"

"I..." My mind whirled. A Bic ballpoint would transform my life. My father would be back in business, while my mother would be through treatment.

My eyesight clouded. I attempted to breathe deeply, but my chest felt heavy.

"Miss Green?"

I saw a movement opposite me.

I didn't know what to do until I felt the booth lower and he slipped in next to me, concealing from the dining area.

He felt warm and powerful.I became jittery. My heartbeat quickened.

He said, "Don't pretend." He poured me more wine.

I responded, "No thanks."

He handed me wine and urged me to drink. I put his glass down.

He shook his head as I passed by. He replied, "I Like seeing you touch yourself in my elevator while thinking about me."

I panicked. He approached as I tensed. He kissed my ear.

"Don't be so smug," I shouted as he kissed my earlobe. "I haven't sex in six months-oh..."

Luke King's hot, gentle lips brushed on my pulse.

Under him, I shivered. Panting, I gripped the tablecloth to prevent from touching him back. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to taste him so badly.

"Our marriage would be mutually advantageous," he remarked. "You may like it,"

"No one likes forced sex for money," I said.

He grinned and brushed my hair. He kissed my throat and neck tenderly.

"I never force. Always desire."

My chest contorted. I knew but couldn't say it.

His breath warmed my neck. "Think I can't satisfy you? So? "

His words sank into my skin and bones, igniting me. How could I tell him that orgasms weren't my main concern?

His leg touched mine. I wished I'd worn trousers instead of a skirt because of his body heat. His fingers traced trembling patterns on my thigh. Lips and tongue danced with my delicate neck, and his fingers skimmed my breast swell. My thighs felt hot and wet.

"I could make you climax here," he hoarsely whispered.

"You'll scream,"

His statements infuriated me. "Try," I murmured.

Pulling back, he smiled again. "You're perfect," he remarked. " His fingertips tickled my leg and skirt. My throat was lumpy.

One long, hot finger touched my pussy's soft mound, distracting me.

I was still looking at the space where he had been and trying to summon the presence of mind to respond when I felt his enormous, hot hands on my knees.

He was squatting beneath the table, concealed by the huge table cloth.

.But my thighs split with the smallest touch from his hands, and I opened to him.

Slowly, slowly, one long finger penetrated me. I convulsed around him.

"Miss, do you need anything?"

The waitress was lingering at the table, staring at me strangely. She must've known.

My inner finger and toes curled.

"No!"

"Nothing. Thanks!"

She looked me oddly. "Lunch is coming. "

Luke King shifted beneath the table. Rough cheeks grazed my thighs.

OMG. No way!

"Ma'am?" Waitress asked, "You look sick."

I said, "Hangover a little, nothing."

I grabbed the wine glass I'd refused to mask my desperation.

Luke King sucked my clit and licked it.

I scarcely noticed when my hand knocked over my drink. I had just enough self-control to hide my head in my arms and cry into the table. As he suckled on my clit, lights erupted against my eyes. My knees curved over his shoulders, bringing him to me as I trembled with delight. The smooth, hazy roughness of his tongue tugged my clit and me into his lips. I felt like I could dissolve where I sat and be consumed without caring.

My whole body went numb as he licked back and forth between the two labia flaps with a delicate tongue. Then he alternated between inserting and removing his tongue from between my labia flap and the gutter.

He didn't stop even as I descended the heights moaning. As I looked around the restaurant, I felt everyone's eyes on me, and the humiliation sharpened my pleasure like a whetstone.

I raised my head. I looked at the waitress with a blushed face.

We exchanged lengthy glances. She knew. And I knew she knew.

I did my best. I covered my lips and held my stomach. I gasped, "Mr. King went to the bathroom.  Could you help me... find him?"