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Grayson is boring me to tears. He keeps going on and on about some bullshit office dram that he knows I don’t care about. My eyes glaze over and I stare at the exit sign.
He stops talking long enough to hold up his index finger to me. He types away on his BlackBerry and puckers his mouth like an asshole. I drum my nails on the tabletop and sigh.
It’s so crowded that I accidentally kick the man next to me when I cross my legs. It’s a family-style restaurant, and we’re sitting at a long wooden table that stretches across the room.
“Pardon me,” I say.
My voice falters. He’s gorgeous. He has a shaved head, strong jaw, and an easy smile. I can see his biceps through his crisp white shirt.
“It’s alright. I’m sure I did something to deserve it.”
I throw back my head and laugh. Grayson’s not even paying attention.
“You’re funny,” I say. “I’m Jade.”
“Zavier.” He kisses my hand. “Are you enjoying your evening?”
“The figs were amazing, but the company leaves something to be desired.”
“I’m pendik escort sorry to hear that.”
“Are you alone?”
“No, my date is powder room.”
“Your date?”
“Are you jealous?”
“I’m never jealous.”
Grayson clears his throat.
“Are you even paying attention to me?”
“I’m sorry, hon. I thought you were on your phone.”
“I was. I wanted to show you something.”
“Okay. Show me what?”
“This message from Harvey. I think he’s trying to undermine me. Here, look.”
He passes me his device and I feign interest. Zavier’s date returns. She’s effortlessly beautiful and looks like she isn’t wearing any makeup, even though I’m sure she is. Her laugh annoys the fuck out of me. I give Grayson his phone back.
“What do you think Harvey meant?” I ask.
Grayson prattles on about sabotage and backstabbing or whatever. I carefully walk my fingers down the bench toward Zavier. I put my hand on his knee and pretend I care about Grayson’s dumb story. The date is talking maltepe escort about spin class and there’s no way Zavier’s interested in this shit.
I stroke his shift through the smooth fabric of his trousers. It’s long and hard and lies flat against his thigh. He’s circumcised, and he’s not wearing underwear.
We continue our respective lackluster conversations and ignore each other above the table. I touch him with my fingers, then my palm. He bounces his foot. I circle my thumb on the tip of his cock. It gets the smallest bit wet.
Zavier excuses himself and heads off to the bathroom. I wait a couple minutes, then I follow. He’s waiting for me in the hallway. He puts his arms around me and I shove him against the wall. He sticks his tongue down my throat and grabs my ass. I heave open the door to the walk-in and we stumble inside. It seals shut behind us.
I sit on a keg and pull up the skirt of my maxi dress. He pushes my g-string to the side and licks my pussy with the broad part of his kartal escort tongue. He uses his teeth to gently tug the small silver hoop penetrating my clitoral hood. I grip the metal handles of the barrel and shove my crotch in his face. He fucks me with two fingers and sucks my labia.
I lean over the keg and brace myself with my arms. I put one knee up and look back seductively. He lowers his pants and takes out his cock. He spits on his hand and rubs himself.
He slaps my ass and enters me roughly. My skin is cold and I can see our breath hanging in the air. The cooling system whines and hums. My sandals slip on the textured metal floor. He pushes me to the oily ground and fucks me from behind. I hold onto a slender pipe and pray it doesn’t break.
Zavier cums on my leg and I let it dry. I want to feel him on me. He goes back to the table first, then me. Grayson is gone. So is his coat. Zavier’s date is missing too. I flag down the server.
“Did you see where my boyfriend went?”
“He left with the blonde. He told me to make something up to tell you, but I’m not doing that.”
“Right. Thanks.”
I sit across the table from Zavier and he puts down his phone. He reaches across the table and takes my hand. I sip her warm cocktail. It’s awful.
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