Did I care?
Nope, I was too lost with being a bit drunk with need for him to anyway, and without denying myself the pleasure I reached with one hand for that hardness between his legs that made him all male and squeezed.
It jumped, I heard him inhale deeply, I imagined his reaction and could not help but to smirk at the trembling hardness in my grasp before releasing him. I tilted my head upwards wishing I could nibble on that sharp jawline, lick and rub against its smoothness but resisted the urge to. Gathering my composure, I stepped back turned and walked out.
Inwardly I wanted to cry because I had to go but I sucked up and tried to be a woman.
I had things to do, sure I was horny because of him but f*** I needed to sort shit out. After all, I now have my own restaurant, my own business.