10.
Your hand settles on my lower back as you guide me inside the restaurant.
It's scorching through the thin fabric.
I lick my lips and take a deep breath.
You're so close.
And so tall.
And you smell...I can't not inhale you.
My panties are a mess.
My nipples are straining against the lace of my bra.
And your hand lingers on my body as the maitre d' talks to us and eyefucks you.
Do I need to cut a bitch?
'Cause I will.
But you don't see her.
You get closer to me.
Your front pressed against my back.
FF is an ass...for the record, these are 100 word chapters! lol