Dinner goes on

Mia kept circling the table like a cat that already knew where the cream was. Every time she came back with drinks or cleared plates, she found a new way to poke at you while Sarah and her mom stayed completely oblivious.

She set Sarah’s second margarita down and gave her a bright, customer-service smile. “You two really do make the cutest couple. I can just tell you’re the kind of guy who treats a girl right… in every way.” Her eyes flicked to yours for half a second—long enough for you to remember exactly how she’d looked with your cock stretching her throat.

Mrs. Morgan chuckled. “He’s been good to Sarah since day one.”

Mia’s smile widened. “I bet he has. Some guys just know how to keep a woman satisfied.” She brushed her knuckles against your shoulder as she reached for an empty salsa bowl, the touch so quick Sarah didn’t even glance up from her phone.

When she brought the check, she leaned across the table to hand it to you instead of Sarah, giving everyone at the booth a clear view down her tank top. “Make sure you take care of everything tonight,” she said softly, voice pitched low enough that only you caught the double meaning. “Wouldn’t want anyone leaving… unsatisfied.”

Sarah signed the receipt without looking twice. Mrs. Morgan was already sliding out of the booth, talking about getting back to the hotel. You all were walking out of the restaurant when your phone dinged with a message: