Rae's POV
The moment his lips closed around my n****e through the silk, a shiver raced down my spine.
The fabric was already damp from his mouth, clinging to the hard peak, and every slow pull of his lips sent sparks straight between my legs.
I could feel myself getting wetter, thighs pressing together under the table.
I leaned back just enough to meet his eyes, dark, hooded, full of hunger.
My voice came out breathy, barely above a whisper. "Let me taste you first."
His breath hitched.
The pianist's soft melody floated around us, the ocean breeze carrying salt and jasmine, but all I could hear was the thud of my own heartbeat.
I slid off his lap slowly, deliberate, teasing, letting my body brush against his as I went down. His hands flexed on the arms of the chair like he was
