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I wiped my palms against my dress, my eyes catching a hold onto Stephen's. He kept my gaze there as if there was no other way for me to escape them. He held me trapped like I was in a cage. Even when he moved his vision away from me, my own eyes stuck to his face, completely smitten by him.

I wasn't the only one who noticed as well.

There was a group of women not far from our table, eye fucking him openly. I knew he could tell that they were looking at him but I don't think he cared.  After all, he had come here for one reason. He had claimed that because I asked many questions that this could be a night where we could get to know one another. Better. Where I could openly ask him questions.

And for the first time he was happy to oblige to. "Next."

"Favorite color?"

Stephen chuckled, pushing his plate to the side. "For the first time since we have met, your questions are very basic. I'm surprised."

"I'm trying to go easy on you."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows, locking his fingers. "I wouldn't pick a color. I'd pick a shade. Grey. You?"

"Purple."

"You seem like the type to like purple."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Stephen simply laughed as a reply, his grin wide. He'd been like this all night. Easy going. Letting go of that introvert nature he usually shows in public. I didn't miss the way his hand made it's way to my knee while that grin stuck on his face. 

"It means what I said. Okay, anymore questions? Last chance before we order dessert."

"Are you going to speak to your brother ever again?"

Stephen leaned back. He removed his hand from my knee and his eyes danced around the lights of the restaurant. He let out a deep sigh before answering, "No."

"Stephen-"

"No," He started and his tone indicated that this topic was over faster than it had been brought up. "I am not going to speak to him again. I don't wish to. I don't want to. I don't speak to my family or anyone associated with it. I know you wish to know more but that is it. Do you understand?"

I nodded tentatively, my eyes tearing themselves off his own to glance at the white tablecloth that suddenly became very interesting. I wasn't sure what to feel at the way he said his words. I bit my lip at the dominant way he sounded and didn't bother speaking.

"I'm not sure you do, Juliana," He said slowly. His hand on the table was tracing a pattern upon the cloth. "You have that look in your eyes. You always want to know more. In fact, I think you would want to meet them, don't you?"

"No." I lied, my voice quiet. Fuck, he knew I lied too.

He got leaned forward. He moved close enough for me to still at the proximity. "Don't lie to me."

"I would never meet your family anyway and I would not want to." I told him, looking him in the eyes. Stephen held my gaze for a moment longer and I pressed my thighs together, my body suddenly feeling hot.

"What about your family?" Stephen questioned, leaning back. There was a mischievous smile playing on his lips that I either wanted to wipe off or press against my own. I wasn't sure. He knew what he was doing to me. He loved it.

"I have a sister. She's younger. Still in high school. Parents are still together."

He took a sip of his water before speaking up. "That feels rare in today's day and age."

"That my parents are still together?" 

He gave ma deadpanned look, his expression showing the obvious signs of sarcasm as well in his tone. "No, that your sister is in high school."

"Shut up," He smiled in response and I looked around for a waiter. "Are we getting dessert?" I didn't really want that. I wanted to leave and continue the tension between us at his place.  

Resting my chin in my palm, I stared at Stephen when he didn't answer my question with words. Instead,  he dropped the fork under the white tablecloth. I stared at him, confused by his actions but he merely had a wicked smile on his face. He leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to my lips. "You, my darling, look absolutely ravishing tonight. Did you know that?"

My voice got caught in my throat at his words and the tone of his voice. Stephen chuckled lowly, his hand trailing down from my chin to my neck and squeezing softly in a way that made me almost gasp. "Juliana." He trailed off, his eyes searching my face like he was looking for something.

"Yes?" I managed to ask. My breathing accelerated and my heart beat faster than I could imagine at the proximity, at the heat from his hands, at everything about him.

It seemed that my answer was what he was looking for because his smile grew. He placed his lips against the shell of my ear. "Baby, allow me to treat you."

"How?" I asked. That was all I could've asked for and more.

But Stephen didn't answer my question with his words. He did so with his actions. He went under the table, not even caring if someone had seen him do so.

The back of my mind believed that he was only going to pick up the fork he had casually dropped under the tablecloth. But the front of my mind knew Stephen better than that especially when he had a certain gleam in his eyes.

So when his hands went to my thighs, pushing my dress up, I quickly covered my mouth at the sensation. My eyes darted around the restaurant but no one was watching, everyone was entranced in their own conversations. I could feel his breath against my panties before he forced me to lift and pulled them down my legs.

I could hear the slight chuckle from him before he grew quiet, his hands still on my thighs. His fingers gripped and I'm sure they would leave crescents in my skin. One hand slid down to the back of my kneecaps to pull me forward in the chair to the point where I was sitting on the edge.

Without any warning, Stephen attached his mouth to my sex and I held in a choked gasp. Just his mouth was enough to make me struggle and remember where I was but a part of me didn't care. But he decided his tongue wasn't enough and used the pad of his thumb to rub my clit. I could feel myself grow wet and become restless.

By now, my hand curled up into a fist and I was biting on it to as if it would hold back the sounds emitting from my mouth at the sensations. 

His tongue flicked and licked and I quivered in my seat. The pleasure grew intense with every movement as he ate me out like I was the last thing he would ever eat in his life. One of my hands dove underneath the tablecloth, pushing him against me and I willfully tried not to grind him against me for fear of someone figuring out what was going on.

The heat, the rush of doing this somewhere in public drove me insane as the pressure he kept on my kept on my clit grew as he rubbed faster. So insane that my orgasm was coming faster than it usually did. I tried to hold it out but before I could even control myself, I came undone, my legs shaking from the intense feeling and I let out the lowest moan I could muster.

I didn't even have time to recover because before I knew it, someone was at our table. The waiter. Fuck.

"Ma'am, are you going to be having the dessert soon or are you going to wait for your date to make a decision?"

I couldn't even catch my fucking breath. I was panting in my seat, trying to find words to say when Stephen decided that it wasn't enough to bring me to my climax in the middle of a restaurant but also to prod one finger inside me whilst flicking at my clit like it was nothing. And i was at a crossroads. I couldn't seem to decide whether to push his mouth away or pull him even closer. It didn't matter, I just needed to answer the question.

"Um, yeah. He just," I stopped for the sake of a sound producing from my mouth and decided to fake cough instead. "He went to the bathroom. Give us five minutes then, um, we'll tell you if we want the bill or not."

She nodded and the second she left, I pushed Stephen's head out so quickly, scooting back in my chair. When he had gotten out from under the table and sat down in his chair, he winked at me, putting the fork down beside his plate. "I got it."