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Rune Alignment

Chapter 27

Bobby caught a server, not theirs, and asked him to cancel their drinks and bring the bill. He moved his hand to her leg, under the fabric, and slid up her inner thigh. Gleason gasped and placed both hands flat on the white tablecloth. He watched her. His hand continued its journey upward. Of their own accord, Gleason's legs opened. She breathed through open lips. Bobby's fingers reached and touched her there, her place. She was damp. She gasped aloud and closed her eyes, her right hand clutched at the tablecloth. Still, Bobby stared at her, watching her enjoy him touching her. His finger slid under the elastic. He felt her heat, her moisture.

"Bobby stop," – a gasp as he reached further.

"Your bill, sir."

Bobby's head swung and his hand froze. Gleason's eyes shot open and she went deer in the headlights.

The young man realized what they were doing, reddened, looked at the floor, took a step back and said, "I can take that whenever you are ready. Take your time," and walked away.

Gleason looked at Bobby, who looked stunned, and said, "Oh, my God!"

"Let's get out of here."

Bobby pulled a number of bills from his money clip, removed the call tag for the car, and slipped the cash into the bill folder. Gleason fixed the skirt of her dress and they both stood. He moved behind her, picked up her scarf and arranged it across her shoulders. He dipped his head and placed his open mouth where her neck met her shoulders. His tongue licked, and he sucked.

"Stop," Gleason whispered.

With his hand in the small of her back, Bobby guided her to the front. She was still breathing fast. He was staying behind her until he could walk without embarrassing himself. They passed the young server who grinned and cocked a finger at Bobby. Bobby felt himself redden.

Guido saw them approaching, "What? You're leaving? What about your drinks? Something not right?" He sounded genuinely concerned.

"No, no, Guido, not at all. Dinner was wonderful, everything was wonderful. Thank you. No, we need to get going, that's all." Bobby explained. Gleason was still flushed, her heart pounded.

"All right, then. And you, Bobby's Bella, how was it for you?"

"Everything exceeded my expectations," Gleason replied.

"Thanks again, Guido. You made this evening memorable," Bobby shook his friend's hand.

"No, Bobby, I think it was you, under the table, that made it memorable," Guido said, with a wink and a squeeze of his hand.

Bobby ducked his head, mumbled something and nearly pushed Gleason out the door.

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Sledge slipped Eames' short jacket over her shoulders and they headed for the door.

"Guido, thank you so much. As usual, dinner was outstanding," Sledge said sincerely.

"Eddie, it was my pleasure," Guido was the only person Eames had ever heard call Edward 'Eddie'.

They stepped through the doors into the night.

Bobby gave the call tag to the attendant who whistled for a runner. He stood behind Gleason sliding his hands up and down her arms. He continued on her neck where he had started inside. Gleason tilted her head toward his head and whispered, "Bobby, stop now."

"Huh uh, this is good," he murmured into her neck. His hands moved to her waist and he pulled her to him, he pushed into her, his hands slid to her flat stomach, he began to move against her.

"Oh my God," Eames whispered. Is that Bobby and Gleason? She looked up at Sledge; he hadn't seen them yet.