“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Sixteen.”

“With Larissa?”

“No. With Larissa’s older sister, Marisa. She was eighteen.”

“You’re kidding?” She lets out a shocked-sounding laugh.

“No. It was why Larissa and I broke up. I was a bit of a shit when I was a kid.” I chuckle, pulling a face.

“And as an adult.” She raises a brow in reference to my conquests, which she knows all about from our therapy sessions. The only downside of dating my therapist.

My playful mood takes a quick nosedive.

“That’s who I was. I am not that man anymore.”

“I know,” she says softly, her hand touching my face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

I bring my eyes to hers. “No, you weren’t wrong. I just want you to know, that guy before…he is in the past. You are my future.”

The happiness that shines in her eyes makes my heart beat faster.

“You’re my future, too.” She leans in and kisses my lips. “I love you, Leandro.” Her words whisper over my skin, heightening my need for her.

I take over the kiss, my hand in her hair, tilting her head back so that I can kiss her deeper. My other hand grips her hip, pulling her closer to me. She makes a mewling sound in the back of her throat, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.

I break off from the kiss, breathing heavily, as I stare into her dilated eyes. “You want to know something else about me?”

She nods.

“I get off on making my beautiful girlfriend come in public places.” I move my hand down to her thigh, and slip my fingers under the hem of her dress.

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t falter, doesn’t look away from me.

“Could we be seen?” she whispers, sounding breathless.

“Only if someone comes over.”

Excitement flares in her eyes. Then, her legs part in invitation. A shiver of pleasure ripples down my back, heading straight for my cock.

I angle my body toward her so that if someone does come over, all they’d see is my back. I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. My fingers meet with silk panties that are damp already.

“You are wet for me,” I whisper. Leaning in, I press my lips to her throat.

“Always.”

I run the tip of my finger over her panties. She squirms against my hand. Wanting to feel her, I push the fabric aside and slip a finger inside her. She moans a little too loud, so I capture her mouth with mine.

“Hush. No sound, babe. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and make you come all over my hand, and you can’t make a sound.”

My eyes stare into hers as she whispers, “I’ll be quiet. Please make me come. I need this…you.”

On a growl, I start fucking her with my fingers, rubbing my thumb over her clit, loving the way she clamps around me so greedily.

I am so fucking turned on. I am either going to come in my pants or bend her over this table and fuck the hell out of her with everyone watching.

“Oh God…” she whispers, trembling against me. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it, India. Come for me. Show me what I do to you.”

Her eyes stare deep into mine, and I feel her orgasm erupt through her as she tightens around my fingers. Total bliss covers her face as her body shudders with her release. When she’s done, she falls against me.

I slip my fingers out, putting her panties back in place. “You okay?”

“I’m better than okay.” She lifts her head, eyes on me. “That was amazing.”

Her face is flushed from the orgasm, her lips swollen from my kiss.

“It was definitely something.” God, I need to be inside her so fucking bad. I don’t know if I can make it through this dinner.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She gives me a shy look.

I find it amusing, considering that, a minute ago, she had my fingers inside her while she came around them, and now she’s embarrassed.

“Believe it, babe, because we will be doing that often. I intend on making you come everywhere I can.”

I put the fingers that were just inside her in my mouth and suck her from me.

Desire reignites in her eyes. “How long will dinner take?”

“Why?”

“Because I want to get back to your place as soon as possible, so I can return the favor.” Her eyes flicker in the direction of my cock, which is straining against my zipper.

I thought she would never fucking ask. “We can get the food to go?”

Her eyes come back to mine, an undeniable heat in them. “Let’s do it.”

“SO MUCH FOR DINNER.” I laugh lightly as we walk through Leandro’s front door, the food containers in my hand.

“Hey, don’t blame me. You were the one who suggested it.”

“I know. I’m not complaining.” I sashay in front of him moving down the hall, heading for the kitchen. “Just wondering if we’ll make it through a date before checking out early and coming back here to have sex.”

“We’re going to have sex?”

I turn to see him standing in the doorway. A smirk on his sexy face.

Turning away, I put the containers on the breakfast island. “We could just eat if you’d like?”

“Fuck, no.” His chest hits my back, pinning my front to the island. He brushes my hair aside and presses his lips to my neck. “I have been desperate to be back inside you ever since you left this morning.” He skims his fingers up the outside of my thigh, lifting my dress. “Let’s get rid of these.”

His lips brush over my ear, making me shudder, as his fingers curl into the elastic of my knickers. He tugs them down.

Letting them fall down my legs, I step out of them before kicking them aside.

He hitches my dress over my waist. “You have an amazing ass, India.”

I glance down at him as he lowers to his knees. He presses a kiss to my bottom, skimming his teeth over my skin, making me shudder. Then, he slides a finger through my folds, and I whimper an unintelligible sound.

“Chest flat to the countertop and spread your legs, India.”

Without hesitation, I do as he asked. I know my quick compliance turns him on.

His hands palm my bum cheeks, spreading them. I feel his breath blow over me, and then his hot tongue touches my clit, making my knees nearly give out on me.

“Leandro!” I cry out, gripping the far edge of the counter with my fingertips.

He doesn’t let up. He pushes his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, and then slides it back to my clit, swirling it around.

Then, he’s leaving me. He gets to his feet. Arm around my waist, he straightens me up and turns me to face him. “I want you naked. Now.”

He drags my dress over my head. My bra is next to go. I’m naked, except for my heels, while he’s still fully clothed.

He lifts me, setting me on the island. His body against mine, the cotton of his shirt brushes my hard nipples and the roughness of his trousers rubs against my clit, arousing me further, as he leads me into the wettest, hottest kiss I have ever had.

Then, he suddenly breaks the kiss, leaving me panting.

“Don’t move.” He walks over to his refrigerator, taking off his cuff links. He tosses them on the counter and removes his shirt, giving me the sight of his gorgeous body.