His Pumpkin Pie

“Miller. I’m—”

“Wet for me.” He nods as he looks between my legs with what I can only describe as pride.

I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, and I don't care that we’re in the middle of a restaurant. I want this—no, scratch that, I need this. My body aches, and he looks starved for me.

He brushes his nose against the wet spot and then sucks in a deep breath. “You’re sweet everywhere, aren't you, my krasota?”

I wiggle, lifting my hips so his mouth touches the wet spot on my panties.

“You should find out,” I say, and I’m shocked that every shy part of me has left the building. Right now all I can think about is having him kiss me there.

“Trust me. One day I’ll know how you taste everywhere. There will be not one spot on your lush, perfect body my mouth will not know.”

I whimper at his words and wonder how he can possibly be real.

“While that sounds wonderful, there is only one spot that I need you to taste right this second.”

I feel him smile against me as a deep chuckle rolls over me. The vibrations against my clit make me cry out as he pulls my panties to the side and buries his face in my sex.

I grip his hair, needing something to hold on to. His tongue is slow at first, circling my clit. He’s taking his time and savoring me. As much as I’m enjoying it, I need to come.

“Please, Miller.” I can’t keep the need out of my voice.

“Anything for you, my krasota.” His Russian accent is thicker than ever before.

He sucks my clit into his mouth while his tongue swipes back and forth. Then I feel him push his finger inside of me, and that’s all it takes. I was already so close to the edge since he picked me up tonight. I climax instantly as my back bows off the table, and I scream out his name.

He drags it out of me, then kisses each of my thighs before pulling my panties down my legs. I have no idea what he’s doing, and at this moment I’d let him do just about anything to me.

I open my eyes to see him shove my panties into his pocket, and the look on his face isn't one of joy. In fact, he looks pissed.

“Right your dress,” he orders, his tone cold.

I slip off the table while I grab my bra and then put it on. His back is to me the whole time, and I wonder if I’ve done something wrong. How have we gone from the most mind-blowing moment in my life to this? He’s not even looking at me anymore, and I’m starting to feel ashamed of my behavior.

I watch as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and speaks in Russian so I can’t understand a thing he’s saying. It makes me think he’s hiding something, but right now my emotions are raw, so who knows? I had the most powerful orgasm of my life with a man who means more to me than he should at this point. A man that has seen more of me than anyone else.

“Are you ready?” he asks as he turns to face me.

I force a smile and nod. “Yes, I would like to go.”

Even as I say it, I hate that I don’t want the night to be over. I just know I need to get away from him.Chapter TenMillerWhen the driver pulls up to the curb, I yank the door open even before it’s come to a complete stop. I hold my hand out and try to remain gentle as I help Pumpkin into the backseat of the town car.

I shout directions over the partition and then raise it for privacy. I glance over at Pumpkin and then force myself to look out the window as I draw in a deep breath.

“Miller, I might not be as worldly as you when it comes to dating, but if you regret what happened back there, then I really don’t understand anything at all.”

“Regret?” I turn to look at her and see her eyes are filled with tears. The shock of her sadness and confusion tears at my heart, and I go to pull her into my lap.

“No, don’t touch me.” She holds her hands up and scoots away. The sight of it crushes me.

“Pumpkin, why are you crying?” I look around the space of the car to see if the answer jumps out at me. “Are you hurt?” I think back to how I held her down and the bruises that will likely mark the insides of her thighs tomorrow. “I’m sorry I was not gentle.”

“I just thought we were having a nice time.” She wipes away a stray tear, and I don’t understand.