Free Erogenous Zones: Monica's Secret by Saskia Walker

the waiter took their orders, however, Owen took charge.
    Resting his elbows on the table he steepled his fingers under his chin and looked across at her. “You’re a beautiful woman.”
    Monica’s pulse tripped. She was unused to this kind of attention, which meant she didn’t know how to react. She picked up her glass of iced mineral water. “You’re trying to embarrass me.”
    “…especially when you come,” he added.
    She met his gaze, and when she did it made her pussy clench. Her hand shook and the ice in the glass chinked. She forced herself to take a sip of the water before she put it back down and responded. “Are you always this provocative?”
     

    50
     
    “Only when I want something and I can’t help myself.” There was that wicked smile of his again. He turned to Alec, who had adopted a relaxed pose. “What do you think? Or were you too busy making her come to notice the way it made her look?”
    A shiver of arousal went the entire length of her spine. What was it about these two?
    They were so nonchalant about sex, and they seemed to be able to break down her natural reserve in seconds.
    Alec nodded. “I feel deprived. I want to watch Monica’s face when she comes…although having my tongue inside her when she climaxed was pretty damn amazing too.”
    When he said it, she felt him there again and her clit throbbed with longing. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, shifting in the seat as she tried to quell her body’s responses They both watched. They knew. Heat flooded her face.
    Owen rested back against the studded leather upholstery of the banquette, and once again he had the look of a Roman Emperor surveying his debauched citizens with pride.
    A moment later, Alec stood up and crossed to her side of the banquette. Easing in alongside her, he nudged her closer to the wall at her other side, and rested one hand on her thigh beneath the table, stroking it back and forth.
    Control was slipping away from her.
    How good that felt though, she couldn’t deny it.
    “I want to see your face while I make you come.”
    Monica’s head snapped round and she stared at him in disbelief. “Surely, you can’t mean to—”
    Before she could get the question out, Alec answered it by pushing his hand beneath her skirt and embracing the sensitive inside of her thigh, where the skin responded instantly and needled with desire under his touch.
    “Oh, yes, I do.” Alec’s eyes shone with mischief. “I figure I have time to see it for myself before the food arrives.”
    Her thoughts filled with objections, but her body was screaming for more of his attention. Quickly, she scanned the room. She could see other people going about their business, laughing and chatting over their meals. In the far distance, by the entrance, people went in and out. They were all busy. Besides, his hands were under the table and right now

    51
     
    his free hand was lifting up her skirt at the front to give him better access. The pulse between her thighs beat faster. She could scarcely think straight.
    “I asked you here because I wanted to talk.” She blurted that out when the original reason for requesting this meeting pressed on her conscience. It was because she had to request their discretion and talk to them about her psychometrics. Besides, this was work time to her, not private. They were blatantly ignoring that. “And we’re supposed to be working.”
    “Everybody deserves a lunch break,” Alec whispered, “and there will be plenty of time to talk, after we enjoy the first course.” He leaned in and kissed her ear lobe. They had only ordered one course. He was talking about her. His hand was over the mound of her pussy and he squeezed it firmly through her underwear.
    The expression on Owen’s face was brooding, his attractive lips pressed firmly together in a sensuous half-smile. His eyes flickered as he watched each movement Alec made, and each reaction she gave.
    She squirmed and pressed her fingers to her