Private Affairs by Jasmine Garner Page B

choked on my third bite.
    I nodded wiping my mouth with my napkin. But I wasn’t okay. My senses were on high alert as Wes’s finger popped another one of my stitches. I studied him as he casually took a sip of his wine with his free hand.
    My breathing hollowed as he popped them one at a time, his fingers inching closer and closer to my panties, which were already wet.
    I grabbed my napkin and stared at my plate as his hand moved up my thigh, unbeknownst to anyone around us. I took another bite, my chewing slowing as his fingers made first contact with my center. He brushed the outside of the fabric.
    I held my breath as he leaned into me, stroking the wet spot. “What a pleasant surprise.”
    I swallowed loudly, avoiding his gaze as I waited to see what he was going to do next. He pushed my panties to the side, a finger sliding between the folds of my pussy lips. I jumped when he made contact with my swollen clit, the light touches making me dizzy with pleasure as I scanned the table to make sure no one was paying attention to us.
    He leaned over me and asked Amira a question. I don’t know what the hell he asked her, but I had to figure something out as he asked my opinion.
    “So, what do you think?” he asked me with a small smile as two of his fingers plunged inside of me.
    “I think…” I breathed. “I’m trying to enjoy my food.”
    I picked up my fork with a shaky hand as his fingers worked in and out of me.
    “The food is pretty good,” he said. Amira turned back to her plate and he spoke in a low voice to me. “But I can think of something else I’d rather be eating right now.”
    I squeezed my legs together as my arousal built. I couldn’t allow him to make me cum in public. He simply smiled and went back to his meal.
     
    “It was lovely meeting you. And thanks again for the donation; we’ll use it well,” Amira said as the limo pulled in front of her apartment. She’d had a little too much champagne, so we decided to drop her off at home and leave her car at my place until morning.
    Wes smiled, shaking her hand once more. “I know you will.”
    “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, so you can get your car.” We hugged goodbye and she almost tripped out of the vehicle.
    “I have to be up early to open the center, so I’ll just take a cab over; don’t worry about it.”
    We rode to my house in silence, the small curl on his lips never dropping. By the time we pulled up to my place, I had a smile on my face as well. Vincent opened the door for me, but I remained in place.
    “Thank you for a lovely evening. And thank you for introducing me to everyone.”
    One of Wes’s friends cut a check right away, and we had several meetings scheduled with other interested parties to tour our facility and learn about our expansion plans. All because of Wes.
    “Anything for you.”
    I chuckled, and he scooted closer to me.
    “I’m serious.”
    “I know,” I whispered after a pause.
    I saw Vincent shift his weight to the other leg after standing at the door for slightly too long. Wes looked at him, and then back to me.
    I bit down on my bottom lip. “So… what if I’m not ready for the night to end just yet?”
    He smiled. “Vincent, will you please take us to my home?”
    Vincent closed the door and I leaned in closer to Wes as we pulled back out of the parking lot.
     

 
    9
    “Thank you,” I said as he handed me one of his t-shirts to change into. “So, do you have any plans this weekend?”
    “Lots, actually. But they all involve you. Unless… you’re still hung up on your ex-girlfriend. I want to make sure you have enough time to heal. Was the break-up awful?”
    His lips were pressed into a hard line as he tried to remain serious. I rolled my eyes, lightly shoving him.
    “Oh, give it up.”
    He folded his arms in front of his chest, brows lifted. “So you’re ready to admit you’re full of shit?”
    I put my hands on my hips, shaking my head at him. He just wasn’t going to drop it