People are talking to me, and join the conversation as I finger her under the table. No one pays attention to what I’m doing, and they won’t.
I keep talking, laughing with everyone as I slide my finger over her clit. She coughs and grabs her glass, taking a drink before I turn my attention to her. I lean in closely to her ear.
“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you? You ready to come for me? Are you close?” I ask her, running my tongue along the shell of her ear. I hear her gasp and keep my finger moving. “Go ahead. Come for me right here in front of everyone like a good little girl,” I tell her. I sit back in my seat and play with her until her body tenses. No one is looking at her as her breathing starts to tremble. She bites into her bottom lip, and I know she’s about to fucking come. I keep going until she does.
Then I slip my fingers back inside her pussy and find her completely soaked for me. I nearly growl as I pull my hand free and rest it on her bare knee.
The conversation keeps going on around us as I lean back in.
“You have no idea how hard I am right now,” I tell her. She moves her hand to reach for my cock under the table, but I don’t let her. “Nice try, baby.” I move her hand back to her lap and pull mine from under the table.
“So, Devon. How’s work been?” My dad asks.
“It’s been running smoothly. I’ve managed to get through all of your meetings since you’ve been gone.”
“I heard you hired someone to help out at night,” he adds, his eyes moving to Caydence.
“I did. She gets a lot of things done for me.”
“That’s good. I’m glad.”
“How was your trip?” I ask, changing the subject because where Caydence is concerned, it’s none of his business. He can sense what I’m doing and doesn’t push it further. He begins to talk about his trip and how things went while I drink.
By the time he’s done and on to someone else, I’m bored. I excuse myself from the table and grab Caydence, pulling her along with me. I grab us two new drinks as we walk into another room of the house.
Caydence walks away from me and looks at some of the expensive sculptures my dad has. She looks to be taking them all in when I walk up behind her. I rest my hand on her waist, and she sighs, leaning into my touch.
“It’s a lot to take in,” I tell her. She nods her head before leaning back against my chest.
“I’ve never had things like this,” she admits to something I already know.
“You will. When you live with me,” I tell her. She laughs as if that’s some kind of joke, but it isn’t. I plan on moving her in with me sooner rather than later; she just doesn’t know that part yet.
“What was it like? Growing up with all this?” she asks.
“For the most part, I got anything I wanted. Once I got older, I started working more for my dad. He gave me a few businesses, and I made them better. Now they’re mine.”
“It must be nice not having to worry about anything.” I move to spin her to face me, setting my drink to the side and grabbing her face in my hands.
“You have nothing to worry about. I’ve got you.”
“That’s your things, Devon. Not mine.”
“You heard the old saying what’s mine is yours. That applies to you, too.”
“That makes no sense. That’s what they say when you’re married,” she laughs slightly. The thought of forcing her to marry me has crossed my mind more than once. She doesn’t know that yet either.
“You don’t have to be married to take care of someone. All I want to do is take care of you.” She smiles, and it takes my fucking breath away. She’s so damn perfect that I don’t see how anyone could have hurt her before me.
“I think this is all a little much too quickly.” I shrug. I don’t give a shit what she thinks. This is what I’m doing, and she’ll just have to get on board with it.
“Doesn’t matter. Get used to it,” I tell her.
“You can’t just do that for everything you know?”
“Do what?”
“Tell me how it’s going to be and expect me to fall in line.” If only it were that easy.